Zero was only just turned an adult, but he had already been to jail. It was different than juvie, way different, he had noted. He was the head of a gang. People feared him. He only went to school since his parents forced him so they wouldn’t get in legal trouble. Not that his parents actually cared about his education. Or him, for that matter.

After stealing some cigarettes, Zero sat on the rooftop of the school, overlooking the city. The neighborhood sat on a hill, so it was a pretty view from the school.

Below, police roamed around, not expecting the criminal to be on a rooftop. The sun was starting to set, setting the sky in hues of pink and orange. It’s was beautiful really.

His gun, phone, wallet, and keys sat beside him. There was some blood on his knuckles, for, his fight earlier today. His eyes were focused on the sun, his mind wandering.