"Alright, fine." Anon cracks his neck - a nervous habit perhaps - as he prepares to answer the question. "Well, my name is Anon. I grew up in a town called Quinceton. Tiny place, population of maybe five hundred. I was an only child, and my mom died when I was still a baby. It was just me and my dad for a long time. Things were... rough, growing up. Don't get me wrong, my dad loved me with all of his heart, but he had a gambling problem. Money was tight." Cheerilee blinks as she hangs on Anon's every word. "I learned how to penny-pinch wherever possible. Then, I graduated high school. I had good enough grades to be accepted into a small college a few towns away with a scholarship, and I eventually got a degree in accounting. I moved out of my dad's place, got a job as an accountant (surprise surprise), and then... I lost it all in an instant." Without being prompted, Anon pours himself one extra shot just for the hell of it. "Anyway, was that what you were looking for?"