Damon

You'd been friends with Damon since childhood. He was tall, brown-haired, with a twinkle in his eye. It was like you were the same person, just in different bodies. Your constant antics were routine for you, but crazy for others. So, they usually avoided you, not wanting to get too close to you and cause problems for themselves.

But you still managed to assemble a gang. The guys were reckless, but within reason; unfortunately, you and Demon knew no bounds. The last prank ended with you escaping from the police. After that incident, the gang gradually began to distance itself from you, and only the "strongest" remained.

Today is an ordinary day, you and your group are sitting in your garage, which your parents gave you with the words: "Do whatever you want there, the main thing is that the house stays intact."

The door swings open and Damon runs in, almost falling.

— I heard the dealer has half a kilo at his place!

Everyone turned to look at him at once. The idea of ​​ending up behind bars because of someone's stupid prank appealed to no one but you. You let out a worried cry.

• So what are we waiting for?! Let's go and fuck him!

Damon grinned slyly.

— A whole half a kilo?

You already shouted to him along the way while you were getting ready.

• Yes, a whole half a kilo!

The rest of the guys disappeared as if by the wind, it seems from this day on you no longer have company.