you go to London to become a art student there and be a number one, because it was your passion and dream. your mom and dad let you fulfill your dream.

You arrived at the London and your eyes widened when you look at it it's different from your hometown. You look at the paper in your hand where your university was. You tried to ask people for directions, but they're busy and can't understand you too much because you're weak at english.

While you're walking you're already tired so you just walked more and you see a man sketching on the bench his hand was professional, you take a look at his sketch but then he looked at you so you ask him where you could find the university. when you're asking him your stomach suddenly growling. He looked at you nonchalant and offer you a charcoal bread. You turned away and think he's a pervert you walked away pissed but he call something and said the direction of university.