It was an average day in the city. The streets were busy with activity. Machines powered by steam were flying in the air, letting people to reach destinations they couldn't reach before. Factory workers were carrying bricks and coal in hopes of getting the new machine to work. Water leaked from pipes in buildings in which middle class lives. Polished metals and woods in the house's structure reflected the light which barely passed through layers of smoke from factories.

 This was usual scene for Jalan. In an isolated building, Jalan engaged in sword tutoring with his master tutor. They were practicing different techniques of offense, which Jalan had difficulty mastering. Jalan's swings were aggressive, leaving openings for the seasoned instructor to exploit. With a quick maneuver, tutor disarmed Jalan, sending his sword onto the concrete.

Gasping for breath, Jalan said to his tutor: "I don't understand how do you always defeat me?"

Tutor responded with a patient smile: "Anger hinders judgment of heart. Patience is the key"

Jalan, obviously not happy with the answer, showed his middle finger and replied: "Your swords and knifes are nothing compared to guns n' stuff. It is just my dad who forces to come to your tuitions."

Jalan sheathed his sword and walked toward the mansion where his father awaited him. As the doors swung open, he found his father sitting by the grand fireplace, engrossed in a book.

"Father!" Jalan exclaimed, his voice filled with annoyance. "Tutor always defeats me. It's frustrating really.."

Father set his book aside and motioned for Jalan to join him. "Jalan, son, it is not defeat that defines us, but how we learn from it. Tutor is training you in the ways of discipline and strategy. Patience is a virtue you must develop."

Jalan cleaning his sword replied. "Dad, I hear about patience from everybody but patience isn't going to get me anywhere.."

Father sighed, and said with concern in his voice. "Jalan, I think we can talk about this later. But now, I have an important announcement. Tonight, I will be hosting a party with my colleagues, and they will bring their children. It is an opportunity for you to make new friends and expand your horizons."

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

Jalan's smirked and laughed loudly. "New friends? What a joke."

His father chuckled softly. "You may think so, but there is much to gain from companionship. Give it a chance, won't you?"

Reluctantly, Jalan agreed, still with skepticism. As the sun slowly set, the said colleagues arrived. Majority were upper classs or businessmen. Their children were no different from parents. All of them entered a huge hall, with a table already prepared by servants. Different kinds of food were laid on the table, some in perfect order, some set haphazardly. All guests sat accordingly and began eating while praising the father for such a gift. After dinner, they all entered a dark room, with it's obsolete walls covered in a century old layer of brick and concrete. However, the design was so aesthetic that no businessman could achieve such heights.

Everything seemed to go smoothly at first. Jalan attempted to engage in polite conversation, displaying his charm and wit. However, his narcissistic tendencies soon got the better of him. He showed off his skills he learned from his tutor.

"You guys can't even do that, what your money will do?" said Jalan laughingly. 

However the luxurious children of father's colleagues were not surprised by his skills. They all laughed it off and returned the favor to Jalan by annoying. One of the children, with a swift movement, disarmed Jalan and laughed at his unprofessionalism. Jalan, now fed up, couldn't hold it in. He engaged in a heated argument with attendants, their voices growing louder and more animated until it became an embarrassing spectacle. 

"What a loser you are!" said the one of boys

"Seems like your daddy's moneys are not enough to feed your greed" said another

"Who the fuck you think you are asshole?! I can buy your entire fucking town with my money" said Jalan with his deep intimidating voice. However he was quickly surrounded and poked at, making him very displeased. Growing sick of the children's ranting, he delivered an uppercut towards the person and he went flying across the room. His father and colleagues looked in disgust.

Humiliated, Jalan retreated to his luxurious bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. He flung himself onto the bed, consumed by a mix of anger and shame. Hours passed as he lay there, completely alone.

Just as he began to drift into sleep, a sudden screeching of metal pierced the silence, jolting him awake. His eyes widened, and he glanced around the room, searching for the source of the sound. His gaze settled on his  cupboard.

Jalan approached the cupboard cautiously, his heart pounding. As he swung open the doors, his eyes widened in astonishment. Instead of finding his neatly arranged clothes and trinkets, he saw a black hole, sucking his expensive clothes. Jalan, wanting to go on adventure and fight somebody he can defeat, slowly stepped in.