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Part I

It seems that I arrived at the high school at 09:30AM, certainly with the help of the subway and a couple of blocks on foot.

After doing what I had to, I assumed it would be quick, but it was slower than I thought.

They told me the data to bring and that I would study next week if the requirements were delivered during the week.

It's currently 11:16AM, and I don't seem to have anything better to do.

Perhaps looking at how the city has deteriorated over time is comforting. …

But… it's depressing…

It only stirs my disgust at being allowed to reach such a state. But unfortunately, we young people are nothing more than victims of the stupidity of older adults.

It's better to throw those thoughts away and accept it, because dwelling on it won't change anything at all...

...: Mikael!

I heard my name shouted as I wandered along the path to return home.

Now that I remember, that voice seems familiar...

While I was searching my surroundings for that vague sound, I found myself in the direction of one of my childhood friends.

I suppose drawing a slight nostalgic smile on my part is out of deference.

Mikael : I thought you didn't live around these parts anymore, Guffy.

Since I wasn't exactly in a gang most of the time in the slums, I didn't have an official nickname; At least to my knowledge. (I hope to continue without one)

But that's not the case with him ...

Guffy : Yes, my brother! Listen, That's why you came back, but I was busy working. You know, it's been tough on the streets lately.

It's not like it hasn't been forever ...

Furthermore, if he were a consummate criminal, it would be ironic, because a civilian will say the same thing about crime and his safety...

Guffy : And what do you tell me about yourself all these years? "He puts his arm around my neck while smiling expressively."

Mikael : Well, many things have happened, but mostly studying and working to help my mother is what I have done.

Guffy : Yes brother, you have grown up and are bigger, the gym is hard, right? Hahahahaha.

Mikael : Yes, I guess...

Mikael : By the way, what are you working on?

Guffy : I was transporting merchandise through the upper areas of Mildram... Are you interested?

It's not that he trusts blindly, but he is an honest and friendly meth user with a hunchback and a relaxed look; but the mention of a certain 'merchandise' makes me conclude the obvious.

The youth generation of this country, with every inhabitant having to find themselves in economic desperation, mostly resorted to illegal drug trafficking.

Velenques is undoubtedly the largest trafficking country on the southern continent.

As well as the one with the greatest social contamination.

Both national forces and private agents work to suppress and impose order, but the Conectes' ability to traffic under their noses and go unnoticed is greater.

They are accomplished professional guerrillas; and occultism for such deception.

It is certainly laudable or a little more plausible. But, that generation of older adults fell prey to massive extermination.

Maybe it is betrayal of those involved internally on their part, falling one by one and two by three; those great Conectes.

Rumor has it that the most renowned of 'Los Chivos' (groups of superior Conectes) whose power is the main influence of the Country, are hidden in such a way in the shadows, a place that is now where they pull the strings of society; and whose presence already exerts an unthinkable force.

The current Conectes, who are noticeably more precocious than the previous ones, continue their legacy and have given undeniable results as new elite young people; Although they are nowhere near on the heels of the past generation, they are the growing future of such a tradition and await its development at the pinnacle of power.

Any difference between Politicos and Conectes?

Here and now, there seems to be no distinction: because only one of them is truly superior and another, an insignificant facade pawn.

I could look deeper but...

Guffy : What happened to your brother?! I look like you've finally smoked a stick of marijuana!

Oh... that's right... it seems that I lost my consciousness again in abstract thoughts.

Mikael : I'm sorry, but that's not going to happen. Also, I was thinking a little.

After hearing that answer, he pats me in consolation as if he understood. A complicated matter.

Guffy : I see that you do need work, and without you having answered my question, I understand your situation.

After taking out his phone, he began to press consecutively on its screen. And after putting it away a few seconds later, he looks at me with his typical determination.

Guffy : We will start transporting goods one day a week for three weeks: they are Thursdays at 11:00 p.m. Only one more member was needed to start this week.

It is true that working to help with extra money for our house would be a support for medical expenses due to my mother's fragile state of health.

And it would be very generous of me as a need to collaborate.

Even though she is not living with a husband or boyfriend at the moment. Your income is not profitable enough; and besides its current state ...

Uh ?​ Since when did I ask you for that job?

Guffy : I'll send you a message tomorrow as a reminder an hour before to come to your house to pick you up. I'll see you later, my brother, goodbye!

And h ~?

How did this development happen?...

I don't think I can refuse after what he did. If he hadn't sent that message before giving me his explanation, I could have stopped him.

Since doing so at this time could make it part of a serious problem. According to the seriousness in the word of the street code.

And I won't take that blame, I guess...

There is no option...

While saying goodbye to both Guffy, who left in a hurry, and my freedom of choice, I managed to visualize a little of my future self; an accomplice to something like that.

How could my mom explain a situation like this without it going wrong ?

Well, it's not like we don't have a bit of an old history of our peculiar money days...