The sun came through the stained glass windows of the mansion, spilling over the expensive furniture, objects from different countries and the floor so clean that someone could eat on it, but Theodore remained restless. He had everything he wanted: Food, car, money, clothes, a driver to take him wherever he wanted and employees at his disposal 24 hours a day, but what he didn't have was Freedom and autonomy.

Since he was little, he was raised with the best schools, friends of the same social level and influential people, but he always thought he needed something new in life, something that would spark his interest, make him truly live, so he took advantage a moment of distraction from the security guards and he hid, running like a madman, feeling the wind in his hair until he came across the subway. He had no idea how it worked, so he paid the ticket and ended up in an isolated, strange and graffitied neighborhood, looking around with curious eyes, a rich kid on the outskirts of the city.

There was a group of men looking bad near a corner and he thought it would be a good idea to walk up to them and touched the tallest one on the shoulder.

Excuse me sir. Can you tell me where I am?