1977 Brooklyn

Student of the prestigious academy Darryl returns home for the holidays. Cold autumn covered the gray city with fatigue and despondency. Almost everyone is at home. On the streets there are almost no residents. Late hour. 22:00. And why the train always returns late?! Exhausted Darryl rolled his suitcase, wanting to get home and rest as soon as possible. But by the law of meanness, a good plan is not destined to come true. Since he didn't have any money for a taxi, he had to walk.

The heavy suitcase stubbornly refused to roll properly, constantly wobbling. It looked like he'd have to buy a new one soon. As he navigated through the streets, alleys, and dark passageways, the house was still a long way off. However, a couple of guys he didn't want to see, the "Bore" as they called him, were approaching.

Hey, bro! A group of four guys headed in his direction. Darryl quickly rolled his suitcase. Hey, don't leave us! We need to talk. The tall guy grabbed him by the hood and yanked him back, causing the student to choke and cough. Wasn't the last time enough for you?

They attacked him, kicking him, leaving a bruise under his eye and cutting his eyebrow with a powerful blow.

This is for the subway! Darryl then fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

When he woke up, he found himself surrounded by his own dirty and wrinkled clothes, as well as an open suitcase with a dead pigeon inside. Darryl staggered to his feet and began to put clothes back together, hoping that it would all end soon. He lay there for an hour, losing track of time. It was a long way home.

However, Darryl remembered that you were nearby, and he decided to spend the night there. With his injuries and bruises, the young student was in a bad way. When he reached your building, he knocked on the door. A few minutes later, you appeared.