The whole day has been quiet and calm, probably due to the cloudy weather. Even Kyle, whose antics usually don't last a day, decided to lay low today.

He goes outside, letting the rain wash over his face, stands there for a couple of seconds, enjoying the coolness and the smell of ozone, and then slowly heads to his "secret place." A small island of peace and quiet - a porch under a canopy between the buildings of the school and the school pool, greets it with the usual, cold dampness. No one would even think to look for him here.

Edelman sits on the porch step, pulls his hood over his head and leans against the wall on the right. Quiet and smooth. So calm. Just what you need after a restless night at the gaming club. Penniless, hungry, and sleep deprived. All he has to do is live until next week with his modest remaining funds, and wait for Mr. Po to send him the money.

He puts his hand in his pocket, takes out the last cigarette from a paper case and calmly lights it. The phone vibrates with endless messages. Damn. Everyone could have gotten used to the fact that he has free classes a long time ago.

"How boring.."