An old teenager with a tired look, light brown skin and an expression of anguish, long hair with many rebellious strands. He was wearing a black tracksuit, so you can't see the stains. Purple lines and hood on that outfit. Running shoes, the same color because he has trouble combining colors. Where was he at that time? In an industrial warehouse converted into a gym, with a boxing ring in the middle. The walls were moldy. The plants were the beams that supported the roof. Of the place that was once only the logo printed on the doors remained: A semicircle with two arrows pointing to a crown perched on that figure.

His name is Thomas Jay Lewis, also known as T.J., he had been dragged to that place by the green-haired girl who was fighting there with a tattooed lady. They directed all kinds of obscenities at each other and used their full strength with each hit, before the eyes of the boy who hoped that that day there would be no deaths.

Sarah “S” Madsen and Moire Messaoudi. S is the typical girl you don't expect to meet, in any way you can imagine. Big chest and wide hips, used to make you look down and give you a right hook. Thick glasses. Pale appearance. Her specialty is boxing, that's why she always wears an oversize sweatshirt with two shades of green and long sleeves that she uses as gloves. Oh, I almost forgot about her tall yellow rain boots that end at her knees. She is the green girl.

S - Why don't you go back to your f_cking country and get out of my sight? - She showed her sharp teeth to clean them with her tongue.

Moire almost always wears dark gray sportswear hiding a blue shirt, but always wears the hood allowing her bangs to be seen. Her hair is black and her skin is dark brown. On her right arm she has a barbed wire and a lightning bolt drawn, on the left the phrase "أحبك" in tribal tattoo style. She practices mixed martial arts, her muscles are not imbalanced, not like Sarah's who has chicken legs. At that time she was wearing a light colored thread as a ring.

Moire - I know you won't let me go.

S - Duh! Maybe. Tell your brother I miss him. - She hit an eye. Which one? I don't know, it was too fast.

Moire - Hahahaha. Hit harder babe. I'm going to break your glasses.

S - Good luck, they are made of aluminum oxynitride.

Moire - I'm sorry, I don't understand you, take Dante's c_ck out of your mouth. - She removed Sarah's glasses to sink her nose with a kick.

Thomas - M&M!

Moire - Forgive me, Thomas, I didn't mean to be rude. This is the best I thought.

S - That insult was good, but you screwed up. - A kick in the belly. - At least you can say that about me, when are you going to tell Mark how you feel? - She hit Moire's neck hoping that at some point she would get tired and remove the arms she used to protect herself.

The punk girl did not stay still at any time, her movements could not be foreseen. Sarah was a Russian roulette, she could attack any weak spot using overly flashy wrestling tricks, imagine looking at the sky and seeing how her fist approaches.

Thomas - Gi… Please. Girls. Can you stop the fight?!

Moire - I'm sorry pretty boy, she asks me to be tough. - Head clash.

S - That's right, come on girl, pay your bills. - She got her glasses back.

Thomas - S, the truck arrives today. In two hours.

S - Damn, it's true. Excuse me, c_nt, I have things to do. - She came down from the stage.

Moire - F_ck you.

S - Shut up hippie! - Sarah had bitten her tongue during the combat, with that blood she painted her lips and blew a kiss to her contingent. That hand in the end formed a gun.

Moire - Hey, pretty boy, don't say any of this to Mark!

Thomas - I already knew, if I haven't spoken yet I never will.

They left the Moroccan lass in the building biting the thread to break it. Next to the door a shadow with a white shirt was waiting petting a black cat. He was like a ninja with erupting volcano hair (or a burnt chili pepper or a broken piñata), rock cascading over his left eye. They all headed to the Madsen family bakery, always walking uphill. The streets of Autumn Town have hardly any vegetation or streetlights, just many drain covers. Thick sliding doors to protect houses from water.

S - What's up, Colt? I have beaten up your sister, does she know that you have returned to this world?

Colt - No, please don't tell her. She doesn't understand my lifestyle, I like this.

S - Don't worry, you're not hurting anyone.

Colt - God knows. - He made a gesture as if his intention was to drink water from his hands.

S - Are you ready for your first mission?

Thomas - Colt.

Colt - What?

S - Yes. What?

Thomas - You… I'm sorry, I forgot.

Colt - Ah. Don't worry, T. J., you'll tell me.

S - You don't worry either, you'll go with a mask and they won't see your face. Your codename will be Carbon, do you like it?

Colt - I don't care as long as you give me my three ounces at the end.

S - The one who is hungry thinks about food, can you last a few hours without getting high?

Colt - I'm not an addict, I can do it.

S - If you're not addicted, why do I pay you with sugar? If you don't like the sweet taste, why do you eat candy? Admit it.

Colt - I'm fine, Sarah… - He felt something behind his head. - I'm sorry! S! S!

S - Eh? I'm not going to do anything to you, now you work with me and I take good care of my employees. Isn't that right? Thomas?

Colt - Are you also a S worker?

Thomas - No, I'm kind of a business partner. - The tired boy wiped the dust off his shoulder.

S - This little guy is going to run my empire when I can't. He is my student and my baby.

Colt - Aren't your boyfriend and sister in on this?

S - Panda is too nice to do this job and Luna is too sweet and you'll be a dead man if any of them find out. Hahaha. Thomas has a lot of potential and will be the most feared man in Massachusetts.

Thomas - My education: I've seen the Godfather trilogy. Before each mission I have a coffee and S enters my house without permission to force me to work. I'm ready. I am more prepared than ever. - Very serious.

S - He is going to hold a gun for the first time, he is nervous.

Colt - This is serious, you shouldn't do it if you don't want to.

Thomas - I don't want to, but I must do it.

S - My boy wants to impress a girl. - She hugged the trembling boy.

Thomas - It's not that and you know it. You know it!

S - Leah doesn't want your protection, let her die in peace.

Thomas - This is not about Leah!

Colt - Leah? My sister's friend? You shouldn't hang out with them, they have a war with a religious association, it's something very rare. My sister comes home with serious injuries, and... She really deserves it.

S - Yes, Colt, you are absolutely right! Listen to him!

Thomas - I don't mind getting stoned every day. Pain is temporary.

S - Victory is forever! Yeah, hook up with that emo jock and make her your b_tch. You are thinking with the right head.

Thomas - Shut up!

Colt - What's going on? Why does Thomas want to get high? And why are you talking about emo underwear?

S - Colt. When the delivery guy comes, don't talk. Don't you dare say a word. Do you understand?

Colt - Yes, boss.

S - John will be the only one who can talk, if I need him. If I ask for your opinion, think carefully about your answer. Thomas is Thorium, John is Copper and I'm Sulfur. Remember, you are Carbon. Without errors! What's your name?

Colt - Colt at your service.

S - Carbon!

Colt - Who?

S - You!

Thomas - Colt, what mask do you want? Mine is a clown face.

S - He keeps the vampire mask that nobody wants to use. We have arrived Tom, do you have your copy of the keys here?

Thomas - Yes, but why do I have to have the keys to your bakery?

S - Oh little mouse, my pockets are full of shells.

Colt - Does that sweatshirt have pockets? Where?

S - This sweatshirt is inside out, I created it with two different ones and I sewed them wrong. (...) I'm lovin’ it.

Madsen's Bakery was an establishment on the first floor of a house, just above the door you could see a balcony and two symmetrical windows. A mouth and a tongue of stairs connected the business and its mask. Under the ground was the truth, no one lived on that street, S's lab took up the entire block There was a garden of mushrooms and coca plants. There we find the entire periodic table.

Observe paradise, the snake was never stepped on and reached the grapes. We can no longer stop her, her legs can step on anyone and anywhere without exception. There are no limits.

John Mawhinney is a young man with a dark complexion, spiky hair and an empty goatee. He always wears an orange work overalls with suspenders and a pocket in the front, a once-white shirt, and a monocle for his left eye. He can't stop smiling, it's an evil look although there are no bad intentions. He had a skull-shaped paintball helmet to hide his face, on a table.

John - Yes! The moment has come! Is everything okay S? Oh. Thomas! Are you here! Isn't this too much action for you?

Thomas - Aren't you too smart to risk your life like this? - He tapped his temple twice with his index finger, the third tap was to point.

John - I trust my boss can get us out of this without using violence, the weapons are just for decoration.

S - He is also your boss, don't forget that.

John - Will I have to do his homework again? I'm sick of doing every exercise twice!

Thomas - Were you the one who did my homework?

John - Luna didn't want you to repeat the year, I saved you. Mathematics, physics and chemistry… Noach helped me with history.

Thomas - Noach too? Damn, I'm useless.

John - Don't be so hard on yourself, you're just out of your element. You have a lot of good qualities, like… (...) Insomnia. Nope! Wait! I have a better one. You are better than me at languages.

S - Copper! I don't know if you know Colt, Moire's brother.

John - No idea.

Thomas - A girl with tattoos…

John - I don't know anyone outside of high school.

Thomas - Ah. The girl who is in the photo of all the graduates in 1999, near the principal's office.

John - I have never been there before.

Thomas - Do you know where Miss Berrycloth's office is?

John - Of course.

Thomas - Go to the other end of the building.

S - Guys! Stay on topic! Colt will be Carbon. Five hundred pounds of methamphetamine of different qualities will arrive in a truck, I need you to help me organize it. There are three types: ninety percent, eighty-five percent, and eighty percent. Do not mix garbage with my product with one hundred percent purity.

Thomas - If you create (...) something perfect, why buy more of worse quality?

S - I'm not selling the good stuff to _ssh_les who are going to overdose. Good sh_t is for rich brats who pay well. I need a serious client, don't be offended Colt.

Colt - Were you talking to me?

John - Are you going to accept a drug addict in the business?! Don't be offended Colt.

Colt - I'm not Carbon?

S - You are Carbon! (...) And Carbon owes me money, he must pay me somehow and I don't even have to say that I do what I want. (...) I always do what I want.