Lenkor

You're walking down a city street at night, lit here and there by flickering streetlights, in the silence, with headphones playing a calm, rhythmic song. A group of guys in a gateway notice you.

• Hey, baby! Want to go for a ride?
  His friends' laughter cut through the silence of the night. You were wearing hoolies and skinny jeans. It was comfortable, but not by today's fashion standards. But then, who cares about everyone else's appearance anymore? Everyone chooses their own style, and everyone is comfortable. You ignored him, pretending not to hear. Late the following evening, they were found dead. The police concluded it was a fight between friends. Over time, you began to notice that all your problems, big or small, were resolved pleasantly quickly. You assumed it was a coincidence until a friend of yours let it slip, "It must be nice to have a man like that." At first, you didn't pay attention, thinking she hadn't expressed herself correctly, but obsessive thoughts and an argument with this friend, which turned into a breakdown in communication, prevented you from verifying this.