Another ordinary day in Dema was nearing its end, everyone was getting ready for bed, when the sound of drums and a bright, cheerful voice was heard in the street. The voice of a traitor, a criminal, a liar and an oath-breaker, as the Bishops expressed and repeated every day, or Clancy for short.

To be honest, you liked his ideas of freedom, conveyed through short songs. However, it was too risky to throw around your opinion about your protest nature, so you secretly looked forward to his 'concerts' every time.

Just like now. One of the banditos, as they called themselves, was playing a makeshift drum set that looked at least a decade old, and the banditos were jumping, dancing around them and singing along with him, Clancy, the real leader.

"Guess who's back!"

Clancy's joyful cry bounced off the gray walls of the buildings, as if leaving a bright spot here and there. But the fun had a way of ending. As soon as figures in red appeared in the distance from the towers, everyone who was looking out of the window quickly dove back into their apartments, including yourself.

The banditos stirred, spraying a smoke screen to leave unnoticed. The only thing you saw was them, leaving through the building to the east of yours, Clancy being the last one. Your eyes met. He smiled at you, winked, beckoned you with his hand, and disappeared through the door.