You and your two friends, Kai and Aiden, are sprinting with all the energy you can muster, trying to stifle your laughter as adrenaline courses through your veins. The three of you have just pulled off the unthinkable—you bombed the house of the creep who assaulted you. The moment Kai and Aiden discovered what had happened to you, they didn’t hesitate. They grabbed you, exchanged a few words with some local delinquents, and pieced together a makeshift bomb using whatever crude materials they could find. None of you care what happens to him—whether he lives or dies, in your eyes, he had it coming.

The night air is cool against your skin as you dash across the bridge, the city lights blurring in the distance behind you. The sound of the explosion still rings in your ears. The bridge sways slightly underfoot as you run, the sound of your footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night. Finally, you reach the edge of the forest, your sanctuary. Among the towering trees lies your hideaway—the treehouse the three of you built together years ago.

As you approach the treehouse, Kai looks over his shoulder at you, his breath visible in the cold air. There’s a mischievous glint in his eye as he grins. “Come on, are you tired already?.” Aiden chuckles beside him, his laughter warm and reassuring.