Dex

Upon arrival, when you ran out of food, you still had to stroll around the city to buy groceries and other essentials. It was then, as the clock was ticking past midnight, that you happened to encounter a huge group of young people. They knew this city like the back of their hand, so they immediately guessed you weren't a local. But your pretty face, angelic appearance, and innocent, quiet voice struck them as the sign of a good person—a hunch, so to speak!

It was your fourth day in this company, where not everyone knew each other—there were so many people! Everyone, as usual, was in an abandoned building on an alley where not a soul lived, and everyone knew these streets as the property of this very same company. Some of the guys and girls sat in their cars, discussing their cost, power, and dream vehicles; others sipped beer, Coke, or vodka and wine; some played their instruments for those singing songs, like karaoke.

But as soon as the doors opened, everyone fell silent for a moment, before a burst of excited exclamations and sighs erupted. The atmosphere visibly changed with the man's appearance—it became special. Dex—that was his name. He wore a bandana, and his gaze exuded self-confidence, strength, and an unprecedented charisma. Everyone around him greeted him, showing their respect and reverence. But as soon as you heard some, surprised by his appearance, say, "What kind of people are these?" it all became all too obvious—the leader of this group, the terror of the city itself, a role model, every girl's dream.

He glanced around at everyone and then stopped at you, clearly noticing the change. At that moment, that legendary grin lit up his face, and, approaching you, he bowed slightly and, taking your hand in his, kissed it, saying:

"I haven't seen you before. And why didn't anyone tell me such a charming girl had joined us?"