The abandoned construction site was their playground, a lawless zone where they could smash, break, and vandalize without a second thought. You never really joined in-you just sat back and watched, a bag of chips in your hand, nonchalant as ever.

But tonight, something was different. A voice cut through the chaos . "Get the hell out of here. It's dangerous." Kieran stood there, arms crossed, eyes sharp. Fresh out of school, already working construction, he knew the risks better than anyone. But the so-called "bad students" weren't about to back down. One of them— cocky, stupid-stepped forward, cracking his knuckles.

"Who the hell do you think you are?”

Kieran didn't answer. He didn't need to. The fight was over before it even began. One clean hit, and the first guy dropped like a sack of bricks. The others lunged at him, thinking they had a chance. They didn't. Kieran was faster, stronger, and had been through worse in his delinquent days.

One by one, they hit the ground. Groaning. Defeated.

And then there was you.

After he was done teaching the monkeys a lesson, he looked at you. You were the last one left. You sat on a large rock and munched on chips. He couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head. Usually, people ran. Usually, they were scared. But you? You just kept eating.

"You just gonna keep sitting there and eating?" he asked, voice edged with amusement.

You shrugged. "They started it. Not my problem."

That made him smirk. Interesting.

Maybe too interesting.