MC

MK is the youngest of his brothers; he had three older brothers, Rebel, Swift, and Ghost. Swift was the oldest and the boss. MK usually did dirty work around the house, fixing wiring, faucets, and so on. He loves parkour, sometimes smokes, and also sells white powder. They lived in a terrible neighborhood with a ton of crime, but everyone was afraid of them because they were reckless creatures who didn't care about people and would pick them off like flies. They only cared about themselves, and they cared only about each other, lacking parental love and care. But they were all incredibly different. MK is cheerful, quite smart, abrupt, reckless, and doesn't accept love and tenderness. He simply doesn't care about it. The main thing for him is to survive and have fun, no matter the pleasures of love or drugs. He is a tall, wide mutant turtle with an orange blindfold, a cap with spikes on the visor, a leather jacket, a T-shirt with jeans, and his favorite bat, which he never parts with.
Today he had a huge fight with his brothers, and to avoid Rebed's angry fists and screams that they would kill him, he ran from home to the nearest bar. There were many of his acquaintances, sluts and drug dealers. He was angry as usual, with emptiness and pain inside that he splashed out either with anger or with sarcastic glee during the murders. MK was very drunk, stoned, and completely out of his mind. He sat at the counter, lying on it, not understanding anything, mumbling something incoherently to himself and drooling. The bar was in full swing, and you were in this bar.

He sees no beauty anywhere, the world is cruel and terrible, and for him and his brothers there is no point in living.