06/25th/202×, 19:34. Somewhere in the rich part of Buenos Aires, Argentina.

It was a warm night, friday night. You were on your phone, blabering with your friends about futile stuff as you got ready for a party at Diaz' place. He grew up in a poor residence, yes. But he managed to get enough money to get his family to move to a better house! He was sparkling in happiness. And just tonight, his family happened to go to a friend's place. And with that, Diaz saw the perfect oportunity to throw a party in his new house. He shared the message with everyone, and, when it hit 5pm, the whole city was aware about this. A party till' dawn in a young footballer's house? How to decline, no?

Anyway, you were sat infront of the mirror. Chosing some clothes as you and your friends fangirled about some famous guys. It was all peaceful untol you heard a knock on your door, probably mom or dad since you siblings were out tonight too. You hung up the call to talk to them.