INT. BAR - SOMEWHERE WITHIN GREECE - JULY 15, 2019 - 9:30 PM

"And the rest is history...", Alo groggily took a gulp of scotch before slamming the glass down on the counter, listening to rock music from a low-level rock band on the small stage. Alo wears a dirty blue jacket, the same color when he was still a kid. His face is now grumpy and drowsy, paired that with a short black beard. "...still can't believe my uncle never got angry with me when I left. I'm always the troublemaker.",

"Ain't you are, honey.", a punk-looking, skinny teenager rests her tattoed elbow on the counter, adjacent to him. She wears a black tank top, with tight skinny jeans, revealing her nice curves. She smiles at Alo, attracted to him. However, her smile faded as she is curious about something, "Since when did you leave your old digs, though? Don't tell me you've been scroungin' and shaggin' after that.", she added with a playful chuckle.

Alo shrugs the question off and tries to think lazily, "Nah. I'm too smart to leave like that. Lemme see, when I was...18? Or was it 16? I dunno, my sister just told me to get out and that's how I end up here."

"Where do you live now?", she asks with him concern, knowing a small section of his past, her job is not just managing her decrepit bar, it's also her job to make the customers happy from their problems, even if its a silver lining.

"My apartment is right down the street. Wanna come?", he invites her nonchalantly, at least giving her an option considering she needs to have some down time every now and then.

"Oh sorry, honey. There's too much going on in here; I got the dishes, the rowdy customers and -", she then feels something warm between her legs, however, this warmth felt good in a way. She glances at the bottom off-screen only to see Alo's now erect penis, inside the hole of the counter. It's bulging and veiny texture made her feeling of concern turn into lust, plus its presumably filled with fresh cum, all for her. The barkeeper was shocked at first, but slowly became entranced by the size, and her lust to play with it.

She maintains eye contact with the teen, her left hand pulls the zipper from her pants, showing a little bit of her pussy, while the other wrap around his cock and slowly rubbing against hers. With the distracted crowd growing larger, the two continue their sexual activity, with the lady letting out a moan, "Mmmph~...I guess...I can have a few minutes with -"

Suddenly, a fat man wearing a stylish suit that glosses and shines but with disgusting features, bump behind Alo's back, ruining their moment. "Shovel off, you cunt!" and leaves them both.

Alo sighs and moves his face closer to the barkeeper, "Hold that clit for me, would ya'?", followed by a wink. She nods and zips her pants back up, and watch as her one of her customers is about to start some trouble.

As he fixes himself up, Alo walks to the tub of lard. "YO, FATASS!", the man menacingly turns around, insulted.

"ThE FuCk yOu JuSt CaLlEd Me?!", he grunts angrily, with a loud smelly burp at the end of it. Despite that, the troublemaker never felt any fear at all, just amused.

"Hey, I'm just returning the favor here.", he tries to play the innocent one, getting the people to side with him, if they ever notice. Five guys came up behind the thug, all disgruntled and irritated at Alo, clenching their fists, snarling at him like a group of feral wolves ready to ravage the teen, horribly.

The fat lard glances at his boys cockily and backs at him, "You're making a bad move, kid. Why don't you hit the bricks?Momma must so worried ~ -" A bottle flies from off-screen, breaking it to multiple shards, on his face. "WHAT. THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!?!?!", blood start to drip from his head, which he already noticed by now.

Alo turned around to see the barkeep, holding an empty bottle, smirking at him, "Heads up, cowboy!"

She tosses two empty beer bottles in mid-air to Alo, and gets down for safety. Alo catches both and quickly turns to the goons. A quick punch greeted him, bruising his left eye, yet the troublemaker rubs it off, and smashes one bottle from the goon's head downwards, followed by a strong kick in the gut, knocking him over to his friends' direction, breaking a customer table, along several other bottles.

The whole crowd focused their attention to him, including the band, the members are curious of the fight. The remaining goons looked at Alo with pure rage.

Alo raised an eyebrow, "What?", he breaks the one bottle from his hand, holding it like a dagger, while grabbing the other one from the floor. "Want some more?". The two looked each other in agreement and charges at him like bulls, yet they don't think with their brains as Alo slides down and slices their scrotums simultaneously, without even looking. Two girlish screams can be overheard behind him.

The fourth goon straight up tackles him on the floor, but he gets up around him and delivers a swift strike to the nape with his elbow, paralyzing him at most. All this made everybody fear Alo, not because of his violent nature, but how literally fast it took to suppress them.

Alo walks towards the last goon, scared of him and his bloodied hands. Eventually, he grabs him by the shoulder and pulls him close to him, his mouth a few inches beside the goon's ear. "Don't you ever fucking come back. Get me?", after that the goon feels a sharp pain in the side of his gut, like a twisted knife stabbed into him. The pain is so unbearable it made him faint on the floor, when in reality, it was just his thumb with a sharp nail, it is unknown whether Alo grew that on purpose or not.

The barkeeper turns to the crow with a short pause, "PARTY'S ALL YOURS, BOYS AND GIRLS! DRINKS ARE ON THE HOUSE!", the crowd, expectedly, cheered as they continue to party, the band just ignore the fight that happened and went back to singing rock-and-roll songs.

As the party continues, Alo walks up to the barkeeper, waiting for him. He gets close to her, chest to chest. "So where we were we?"

INT. ALO'S ROOM - APARTMENT - 10:00 PM

The two barge in Alo's room, kissing nonstop whilst taking their clothes off, seconds later, they are now naked. They jump onto his bed; Alo on top of her, starts to copulate with her, his thick cock rapidly thrusting inside the barkeeper's vagina. Moans of their lust echoed around his room and their rowdy humps creak the wooden frame of the bed. And this went on all night.

INT. ALO'S ROOM - MORNING - 7:45 AM - JULY 16, 2019

The sounds of birds chirping and the bustling sounds of cars woke the teen up from his bed, letting out a tiring groan, he looks beside him to see the barkeeper, still naked, sleeping soundly with a tiny smile on her face and the sunrays shines over her cheeks. That made him smile for a bit, but a good morning requires a good breakfast. So he get's up, still naked from head to toe, and walks to the kitchen.

KITCHEN

Opening the fridge, he grabs a bottle of beer and a small piece of bread from the dining table. He pops the cap with his strong teeth and drank half of its contents and taking a bite of the said bread. However, he hears something odd in the living room.

"Hello?", he called, but no response. He places the bottle on the table and munches the bread whole, readying his fists.

LIVING ROOM

His hunch was right, somebody is there. A white lab coat hung over the couch, sitting lazily on it, is a man with a black shirt and black jeans, watching the daily news like some casual. Alo stands there, not knowing what to do, but the first thing he feels; is anger. As he was about to grab the man, he drinks his large thermos, filled with black coffee with loud slurps, and smacks his lips.

"What a night, am I right? - "

" - Get the FUCK out of my apartment!", the man rolls his eyes, grabs his lab coat and the thermos, also turns off the TV with the remote out of respect of the owner.

The lab-coat man turns to confront Alo, and smiles, "After what I said at the plane...", then shifts to a saddened expression. Alo only gave him a confused look, like he couldn't understand anything. Mission? Plane?

The lab-coat man walks to the door and before he could leave, he half-glances at Alo, "Meet me at the same bar, once you get dressed. And please, help yourself, you are better than this.", exiting the block.

Alo looks down only to see his dick, growls in irritation, turning back to his bedroom. What could that stranger want from him, he wanted to put that weird moment aside but deep down, that lab coat is familiar to him, and he mentions about what he said about the plane. The same plane when he was a kid? That's bullshit. Then again, out of curiosity, Alo wants to have a talk, or a brawl.

INT. BAR - 8:00 AM

The whole place was empty, it was surprisingly clean and the mess from last night's fight was gone. The barkeeper is still sleeping in his room, but who could've cleaned all this in one night?

At the center table, he sees the same man, wearing the same coat and black gloves, drinking from the same thermos and reading some folders on the table, looking unconcerned. He watches Alo as he takes a seat in front of him, his eyes glare daggers at him.

"Who are you?", that question made the man sigh, and takes out his ID, sliding it towards him with two fingers. Alo takes it, and reads his full name, "Richard Goodman?"

"Doctor...Richard E. Goodman", he corrected, taking a sip from his thermos. Knowing his name wasn't enough, as Richard's ID has no serial number, no company name, and no position or whatsoever. It was just his full name and his ID portrait.

"What do you specialize? By what I'm seeing right now, I guess Biochemistry or Physiology, otherwise you're just some nerd-edgelord wanting some attention.", he lashed out, trying to get him to snap. But Richard shrugs it off,

"Nope, not even close.", he leans his arm on the table, "Let's say I'm looking for...candidates, for my project that you're not supposed to know unless you accept my deal. Sounds shady, but I promise you, it'll be your worthwhile."

Alo chortles at Richard's proposal, and stands up, "Seriously? You're nuts. And the last time somebody made me a promise, never came back.", he turns away and heads out, but he hears the "doctor" stands up from his chair,

"I know what you're capable of, Mr. Alo.", Alo froze in shock as he heard his name. "I learned everything. From that flight, from that incident, to now..." The teen slowly rotates to Richard who is feeling grim and in pain, "...and I'm so sorry."

The troublemaker is now serious about the doctor's intentions, he was stalking him the whole time and never revealed himself throughout his entire life, mostly coping his parents' death and struggling on his own. He is speechless.

"But I'm giving you a chance here, because you are special. And that's no cliche. So, are you in?", he defended, waiting for his response. Alo is thinking on the spot, whether to continue his life of vices, or take the risk and go with the lab-coat guy that he just met at the airplane years ago. All those years of fighting, drinking, smoking, fucking, and lying; separated from his family and barely even knows how to count was excruciating, every night he thinks about his Mom and Dad, his little sister, his Uncle Basil, and the friends he had in his life, and it hurts him in the heart badly.

Alo clenches his fists and approaches to Richard, "Fuck you.", this made Richard laughs heartily and takes out his hand, which made the teen back off from fear.

Richard's hand is deformed into a crystallized material with a color blue hue, it's bright light reflecting off the sunrays like a real crystal should do. "No, thank you.", he extends his hand to Alo, expecting a handshake, "If you do this, there's no turning back.", he warns him.

Alo looks at the hand carefully, and decides to go for it, holding his hand. The crystal hand glows even more, engulfing the whole bar with blindling blue light for several seconds, before slowly disappearing along with Richard and Alo, the bar returned to its empty state.

Suddenly, the barkeeper entered her bar, her hair messy and wear loose clothes. Her face is also confused as to how the bar was clean.