As the sun dipped low up in the sky, two mysterious figures dashed through a tight alley.

The alley was squeezed between tall brick walls covered in climbing plants.

Its path was bumpy, made of few obstacles, and echoed with their quick steps.

These buildings leaned in close, blocking out the stars and turning the alley into a hidden and secretive place.

"yo Lola, you ready," Paul yelled while running down the alley.

"Sure," Lola said running with Paul.

"Good!" Paul yelled, entering the brightly lit front exiting the alley; and as we zoomed into the middle of a bigger alley intersection, a familiar face appeared on top of several beaten-up boys holding a bat.

Spotting the face, Paul immediately yelled, "Alen, don't worry, we're here to save yo__"

"Oo Sh*t, we're late again!" Paul said as he came to a quick stop, frustrated.

"What's wrong with you? Couldn't you have saved some for us? Geez!," Paul exclaimed, while Lola stood quite behind him after stopping.

Paul looked around, noticing a pile of unconscious boys.

"Yo Paul, what are you doing here," Alen said to Paul, taking a deep breath of exhaustion as he walked down from the pile of unconscious bodies.

"I heard you were being rounded by a gang from the northern district, the hmm what their name again, hmmm..," Paul replied.

"The Northern Blade," Alen said as his eyes started to feel drowsy.

"Yes, yes, those weak idiots. It seems the North District has been more active lately, poking their noses where they don't belong. When I heard they were gathering to attack you, I was almost tempted to feel sorry for them," Paul said, looking at Alen with a smirk while Lola was seen walking somewhere behind him.

"Then why the heck did you even come, although knowing I could handle it, I am happy you care enough to come, but I would have been more annoyed if you had come with the entire gang," Alen said with a frown expression, ass he clean up his sweat.

"Come on, bro, you know Lola and I want a piece of the action too. And," Paul added, his tone shifting abruptly,

"We came for the you-know-what." His eyes gleamed intensely as he stared at Alen.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it already. Well, for the second one, nothing really came out, they kept refusing to spill out any info," Alen explained with a sigh.

"I kept hitting them repeatedly, but they refused to talk. I can't tell if it's loyalty or plain stupidity, but they wouldn't spill."

"I'd have used my usual methods instead of beating them up, but I guess I'm still prohibited from doing anything, well they are all unconscious now, so it's trying to wake them up; I don't really think they will," Alen said, his face contorted in annoyance.

"Hey, you guys, I think I was able to make this one talk," Lola suddenly yelled.

"What? Darm!, How did you even manage to do that?." Alen asked, surprised by Lola's sudden success in waking one of the unconscious boys.

"You really are Leo's twin. Sigh! anyways What's he saying?" Paul continued sweating in surprise.

"You wicked monster! How could you beat us like this?" the guy on the floor said, groaning in pain.

"I can't even feel my hands again," he said as he tried to move his hands.

"But, Do you really think this is going to make me talk? I may have said to her I'll talk because of her innocently cute look, but there is no way I am talking. More of us will come, and there are only three of you. How do you expect to even wi_," the boy on the ground said, laughing weakly

Alen, losing his patience, slammed his metal bat on the ground, interrupted abruptly, and then moved to deliver a series of punches to the man's face.

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"I'm not in the mood for this, so just get straight to the point. Do you have any useful information? Yes or yes. Speak!," Alen demanded, delivering repeated punches, emphasizing each word with a hit to the man's face.

"I'll talk if I were you, cause he's prohibited from doing somethings and you really don't want me to get involved," Paul said with a cold, threatening tone, glaring at the guy.

"Aghhhh, okay, okay, I'll talk! Just let go already, please!" the guy pleaded, crying, as Alen dropped him back onto the floor.

"Okay, yeah, ummm the gang leader just got a new motorbike. Ummm The Western and Southern districts are at war," he stammered, trembling under Alen and Paul's furious glare.

"Ugh," Alen grunted in frustration gripping his bat.

"And I just heard that Elsa the ice dragon is being released from juvie. It's supposed to be top-secret info on the northern side, so no one is supposed to know. I'm sorry, but that's all I've got!" the guy yelled in fear, cowering on the ground, his voice shaking with terror.

"Wait what," Alen and Lola yelled while Paul's expression froze in disbelief at the news. He stepped closer to the boy with his face rigid with a menacing tone.

"Is what you're saying true? Because if it isn't, I swear I'll make sure you're physically incapable of ever speaking again,"

"yes it's true," the guy said to Paul

With eyes in fear and shock as if he was holding onto dear life.

"shit, it's way earlier than expected," Paul silently said to himself.

"Everyone, let's leave for now. It seems I've got to work on something,"

"And Alen, Deal with this mess; call an ambulance or something when you are leaving," Paul said, scratching his neck in frustration.

"How the heck is this happening now? Elsa, of all people. I don't want to have to deal with her again. Putting her in juvie was hard enough," Lola said with concern in her voice.

"Elsa," she continued, more to herself,

"A crazy delinquent tyrant known for her unhinged methods of getting what she wants. She carved out ruthless superiority within the northern district, getting her gang close to dominance in the city's shadows."

"But she was getting too dangerous as she wanted to extend her power towards the east, where we are. We had to deal with her, but it was tough for our past selves. A moment of recklessness on her side led to her being sent to juvie, or so everyone thought."

"She's no ordinary delinquent; her actions always carried a deeper purpose, shrouded in mystery. She loves to hide behind a mischievous mask, making it hard to identify her. But she's back now, of all times."

"This is too much of a complication since we're currently helping Paul with something, and we can't mess anything up."

"She might want revenge since Paul is the only person who has come close to beating her in a fight. I just wonder why he never unmasked her that day or how he's going to react now," Lola thought, her gaze filled with worry as she looked at Paul.

"Well, no need to overthink it. It could be worse, so don't worry. I'll handle it. See you later, guys," Paul said with a fake smile, fist-bumping Alen before leaving.

"There he goes again, trying to solve the problem by himself. It feels like he keeps forgetting we're all in the gang together. I can't blame him, but I just wish he could depend on us more or see us as more than just gang members," Alen said with a saddened look in his eyes as he watched Paul walk away.

"Well, I am off," quickly putting up a cold look, Alen said to Lola as he walked away.

"That's not the first time seeing that look on his face," surprised, Lola whispered within herself as she watched both of them walk away.

"But I certainly don't disagree with what you said," Lola said to herself as the surprised look on her face swiftly changed to a sorrowful look, soon after she dashed out of the Alley.

"Paul," a faint blush appeared on her cheeks,

"no, no, no, I shouldn't think like that about him. I need to focus on helping him more and hope that we can get closer to him and learn more about him," Lola said internally, shaking her head, her face now serious, as she sprinted out of the other alley exit.

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The days swept by like the wind as Two days were gone.

The noisy honking of different vehicles resonated through the streets, ushering in the gentle, refreshing scent of the early morning dew.

Amidst this symphony of sounds, the melodious patter of countless school students' footsteps harmonized, but one set of noisy steps stood out distinctly: a figure dashing along the sidewalk.

"Shit, I've got to pick up the pace, I can't afford to be late for school again, I absolutely refuse to deal with that stupid council president this morning," Paul muttered to himself, his steps made noise as he hurried forward.

Although Paul's intense speed he couldn't ignore the creamy delight of the ice cream dancing on Paul's taste buds.

"Mmm, but still, early morning ice cream always just hit the spot," he exclaimed, grinning delightfully, about to take another indulgent bite when he immediately spotted a shortcut.

With a swift movement, he quickly changed direction, moving into the narrow alley.

Like a nimble acrobat, he swiftly engaged in parkour, scaling the building's side and obstacle with agile flips and jumps, propelling himself from wall to wall and air conditioning box together until he reached the rooftop.

"Hmmm.. You too, huh?" Paul, surprised, chuckled upon noticing someone else running alongside him, keeping pace with him.

But his joy was short-lived. "Nooo, my ice cream!" he cried out in shock as his ice cream plummeted from his hand.

"Hehe, you should have Been more careful dumbass," Alen jokingly said, grinning.

The duo continued their rooftop endeavors, leaping effortlessly from one building to another.

The school building loomed closer in their view.

With a swift descent downward, they landed in front of the school, only to find the gates closing.

"Darn, we're late! They're already closing the gate?" Paul said,

"Hey, Slowpoke, let's make a bet: the first one to enter the gate buys the other lunch!" grinning mischievously, Alen said as he dashed ahead, gaining a head start in the race toward the entrance.

"Huh, free lunch?" Paul muttered, his voice tinged with dumbfoundedness.

Suddenly, a realization hit him.

"Free lunch!!!, Ha ha ha!" he yelled madly and with a burst of speed, dashed forward.

Closing the gap between him and Alen, he quickly overtook him. However, as he neared the gate with too much speed, it began to close, preventing him from passing through.

he had no choice but to make a last-ditch effort, using the gate wall to propel himself over the gate right before it sealed shut.

With a clean glide, Paul accended into the air

"Touchdown! I won! Now you owe me that free lunch," Paul exclaimed triumphantly from the other side of the gate smiling joyfully.

But his victory was short-lived when out of nowhere.

"You're still late. Take this to the disciplinary community," the council member handing over a piece of paper to Paul.

"Aw, crap!" Paul blurted.

"haha," Alen laughed loudly.

"You know you're late too, right? Whatever, this doesn't mean anything; you still owe me that lunch," Paul said, frowning at Alen.

"Sure, sure, you seem to be really In a good mood today. It seems like that Elsa issue ain't bothering you anymore," Alen said, looking at Paul from behind the gate.

"Why would it bother me? We're at school after all, so what could possibly go wron_" Paul's words halted abruptly as a sudden punch landed on him.

"Yo, name's Bucky. So, prez this is the brat you were talking about, huh? He doesn't look like much. Pathetic." A vague figure loomed, shoving Paul aside with a brutal punch.

"Surprised!?, well you should be since I got this present for you since we're in a so-called prank war after all," Nicole chimed in, her tone dripping with malice.

"But I refuse to get my hands dirty with you, so I might as well get someone to do it for me." She walked closer, relishing in Paul's stunned silence.

At that moment, as Nicole and Bucky reveled in their apparent victory, a dangerous spark ignited in Alen's eyes. The air grew tense as Alen locked eyes with Nicole, his gaze burning with fury.

Alen's mind raced, adrenaline surging through his veins. He took a step forward, fists clenched, determination etched on his face. Nicole's smirk faltered as she saw the fierce resolve in Alen's eyes.

"You bastard!" Alen growled,

his voice low and threatening.

The atmosphere crackled with intensity. Alen's heart pounded, each beat fueling his resolve. He wouldn't let them get away with this. Not this time.