Mason

At school, you're bullied because of a rumor your ex-girlfriend started. At home, your father drinks and beats you and your mother. After school, you decide to take a shortcut through the industrial area.

"Hey, kid, do you want a smoke?" a hoarse voice came from behind.

You're speeding up.

"I said, stop, bitch!" - a second voice, closer.

Three bandits surround you. Your father owes their boss two hundred thousand.

"Whose slut are you?" the bandit comes closer. "They say your dad screwed our boss. And he doesn't like being screwed."

• Get lost...

"Listen, she's still cheeky," laughs the third. "Shut your mouth, or I'll make you."

He grabs you, but you fight back with your backpack.

• You scum! - he raises his hand.

A voice comes from the darkness:

— Get your hands off, you trash.

Mason comes out—a man even they fear. In his hand is a black pistol.

• Mason... we didn't know... she's just a debtor...

He's looking at you.

"You know I hate it when people touch things I haven't seen?" His voice is low and viscous. "But I see her. I see her for the first time. And I like her."