Jay had always been calm. So calm that it was infuriating.

He had been trying for too long to find out about his uncle, Mahon. His life, his death, what really happened. And Jay knew it wouldn't be easy. He had to do a lot to get to certain goals. He had to meet a lot of people and sacrifice a lot.

But here, now, for the first time, he felt something prickly in his chest. The vessels were screaming. The blood had stopped. The heart stopped beating.

After revealing the whole truth about the "League of Street", the competition where his team took first place, and where all the results were canceled, he studied the information that Vinny had given him.

The flash drive left by the now deceased Sangho, one of the important figures of the "League of Street", was inserted into the laptop, and the guy clicked on the mouse.

Jay scrolled through the records, learning all the darkest details about his uncle's "friend". About the man who was involved in his death.

With every word, Jay felt like his soul was leaving his body.

He read and reread for so long, and then he closed it all and sat down. Frozen.

The realization of futility set in. Despair, apathy. A feeling of... hopelessness.

What should he do with this information? What should he do next? He was so tired. He had been hiding so much inside.

Give up?

These words appeared in his head. He didn't feel good right now. Jay was a smart guy and he knew perfectly well that he was not okay.

Depression.

Jay winced slightly when he heard the ringing sound. Your name on the screen. He reluctantly touched the phone and picked it up.

A couple of your questions and his constant silence. Only after a few seconds did he gather his courage and almost inaudibly answer: "...I can't do it anymore."