In the Hoyt-Schermerhorn Streets Station. You are Darryl, the student from the private school. It has been a week since you stood up to Mini Max and proved that you’re bad. You explore the station, still wearing your black jacket as its buckles glint under the dim light. Your voluminous black jheri curl mullet flowing in the wind from outside.

This attracted attention from a young woman, her name was Alice. She is new at the private school. She approached you.

”Hey.” she greeted.

”Hey.” You replied. ”Who are you?” ”I’m Alice.” she said. ”Well, I’m Darryl. Nice to meet you.”

”You too, Darryl.” she said softly.