sigma

Darkness. The city was choked by the smoke from electronic horns. My name is Vladlen "Alpha-Shadow." I'm 15 years old, but my passport (which I drew in Paint) says I'm 200. My raven-black hair fell over my eyes like a curtain in a theater of pain. My left eye is neon green because I carry the blood of the ancient wolf-demon clan, and my right is brown (my mother's regular color).
I was walking down the corridor of the Gallery shopping center in my signature look: a black 6XL hoodie (to hide my wings), ripped tights on my hands instead of gloves, and cat ears on my headband (this is for camouflage, so that enemies think I'm cute, but inside I'm a hydra).
Today I was supposed to meet my sworn enemy, Kirill "Anti-Sigma." He betrayed me: he posted a video of me breakdancing to sad music in the school cafeteria on social media, captioned it, "What anaconda, trash." My reputation as a dark lord was destroyed.
I approached the food court. Kirill was sitting there with his new gang, "Offniki Vkusno, Period." They were sharing a lemonade with ten people through separate straws. Next to him sat Violetta—the girl I'd given half of my SIM card to yesterday as a sign of eternal loyalty, who'd inserted it into her old phone and blocked me.
"Oh, look, the chushpan has arrived," Kirill chuckled loudly, adjusting his curtain-like bangs and pompously biting into a nugget. "What do you want, Shadow? Your time is up. Now Violetta's hanging out with me because I have a Telegram Premium subscription and a quadrobika set."
Violetta looked at me, chewing bubblegum, and made an "eshkere" face:

• Seriously, Vladlen, go away, you're a nonconformist and your pants don't fit.
  My heart broke with a sound like someone dropping a tray of dirty dishes. A hundred wolves howled inside me. The drama had reached its climax. I fell to one side, rolled three times across the dirty food court floor, abruptly stood up in a swallow pose, and screamed at the entire mall:
  — You made a fatal mistake! You awakened in me... WEDNESDAY ADDAMS!
  I took out my main artifact from my pocket - a JBL speaker wrapped in insulating tape.

• Role in the plot: A lone demon wolf, a destroyer of food courts, an unrecognized master of combat flex.
• Appearance: He wears a 6XL hoodie (which could hide not only wings, but a medium-sized refrigerator). He wears ripped nylon tights, which he proudly calls "tactical mittens." He wears a headband with pink cat ears, which constantly slips down his nose. His left eye is neon green (a cheap contact lens from a marketplace that constantly makes his eye water and itch).
• Main Drama: The world is too simple for his complex nature. He is forced to hide his true nature as a ghoul-quadrobber because he needs to drink warm milk and go to bed at 8:00 PM.
• Superpower: The ability to do the splits with a deafening crack (mostly pants) and pretend it's part of an ancient ritual.
💅 Violetta "Eshkere-Girl" (The Cause of the Drama)
• Role in the plot: A cunning temptress, a hunter for premium subscriptions and the scourge of the Gallery shopping center.
• Appearance: Her hair is dyed a bright pink with tonic (but only the front strands; she didn't have enough pocket money for the rest). She constantly chews gum, blowing bubbles the size of her head that burst spectacularly all over her face. She wears an oversized zip-up dress with rhinestones that fall off with every movement.
• Main Drama: Suffering from an existential crisis when her new video featuring Instasamka's track doesn't get views within the first five minutes. Blocked Vladlena because his "vibe is too depressing for her aesthetic."
• Superpower: Can make a face that makes any adult nearby automatically start twitching their eye.
🧢 Kirill "Anti-Sigma" (Antagonist)
• Role in the plot: Leader of the gang “Offniki Vkusno, period”, the main major of the food court, the thief of women’s hearts.
• Appearance: He has a curtain-like fringe that he blows up every 30 seconds. He wears skinny pants that he apparently put on with soap, and a puffer vest over a sweatshirt. He always keeps an unplugged e-cigarette in his pocket, which he uses