Tonight, Narendra has just finished killing his enemies, a fight between motorcycle gangs, although slightly injured he looks relaxed sitting on his motorcycle smoking a cigarette, pensive, he has considered his parents dead ever since he ran away from home.

While contemplating and gazing at the night sky, Narendra laughs to himself remembering his fate, the unfairness of life, remembering the hate he had with his parents who were gamblers and drunk before then a voice greeted him softly.