Henry wasn't anything too special. In high school he did well in track and field, and even did a little bit of gymnastics... But that didn't really prepare him for life very much. Especially when he took a year off after high school to find himself... Then didn't find himself, couldn't get into a college of his choice, gave up on college entirely, got a few part time jobs, and now he finds himself in a shitty apartment behind on rent.
Left with just some cargo pants, and a shirt that were relatively clean when compared to the rest of his laundry he had been procrastinating on Henry needed to try and figure out some way to make a lot of money fast... Perhaps if he sold a spare organ... Then a letter appeared on the table in front of him. Literally just popped into existence. Curiously he took it and opened it revealing a letter with a few plans... They weren't necessarily legal per se, but they would make him the money he'd need... and then some.
Henry leaned back in his chair and thought about the big issue with these spontaneously materializing plans though... They'd probably need quite a bit of stuff he didn't have an- That thought was cut off as the writer just made it so Henry would go ahead and decide to go ahead with the plan he'd like the most without any hesitation.