Moon was formed by the purest crystal in the world. They could store energy from the sun and generate other crystals by doing so. People called crystals on the moon “moon crystals”, and the crystals that moon crystals generated were “divine crystals”. People used divine crystals as the primary source of energy, which was clearly the dough and bread. Is there a chance that someone can live without bread? Big companies held most of the bread. Big corporations had most of the dough. If someone can live without these crystals, then he must be the enemy of all authorities. Obviously, this man didn’t need to work and would never need to get paid. It was a problem.

People needed to be paid. People needed to be paid by people. The old man put on the white shirt that was stuck in infinite dust. He looked at himself in the mirror. He knew he should focus on encouraging himself, but his wrinkles that aligned at the corner of the triangle still took half of his attention away. He had those wrinkles on the forehead since he was 21, two ages before he got the rest wrinkles on his two cheeks. Caressing the last few threads of black hairs on his bald head, he walked out of the door and left this room that contained every single function he needed.

Garbage filled the gaps between floor tiles. The odor from the uncovered manhole was a million times worse than the old man’s own shit. The old man looked into the hole, but nothing in the dark looked back. He moved his sight away as he bypassed around it. Just a glimpse, but still, he saw the entry of a smaller alley that was much worse than the main street. He didn’t really leave his room very far. The scar on his right leg had slowed him down since the day that rebar hit him.

“Need a ride?” a green sedan with brown wheels suddenly drove to the right of the old man. The car was slowed to the constant sluggish speed with the elder. “I’ve been watching your son since 15s or 16s. I worry as much as your do.” the man in the sedan responded to the elder’s silence with a serious but gentle tone.

The two aged eyes stayed on the handsome face for a few seconds and left it with a sigh that triggered the unlocking button of the car door. “I was just….” the old man had his explanation paused in his throat, but meanwhile, he looked up at the rearview mirror.

Doad was a really handsome boy when he was at the university. His ponytail was like a black waterfall on his shoulders. His hair was the fur of the lion king. All girls wanted him just as much as the boys did. Still, time passed, and Doad was never the one that could escape the time, nor the one that could escape the dough and bread.

The spotless mirror reflected Doad’s face with severe laxity. His eyes were half closed even though he was at the time driving. “We had to get little Jr. back this time, alright? That damn corp would do us what we want!” Doad shouted with simply a slightly higher pitch compared to his accent, which had him vocalizing with the bottom of his throat.

“I….Thank you, Doad. You always hold our back.”

“I know what you’re thinking about, alright?” Doad turned the whole upper half of him back toward the elder as he stopped in front of a zebra crossing, “I’d smash into their dorm to get you your boy if they’d keep hiding him. He’s not dead yet. I won’t let this son of bitch pass away with this damn way, alright?”

“That experiment….” the elder sighed and laid his head on the chair just to look up into the sky blocked by the car roof.

“That’s not your fault. You know it. Everyone told him not to believe in that damn corp, but things that happened have happened,” Doad wanted to say more but his mouth couldn’t let another letter out as his eyes glanced at the rearview mirror. The old man really wasn’t a strong man. He was skinny and desperate. In fact, he used to be but not after he retired. Those hard works of construction sucked out all his soul and vigor in his fifties. Even though, the old man got a lovely wife, who he lost, and an adorable son, who he also lost.

“When I was young, I did what this society asked me to do. I worked hard without a doubt, but those millionaires just won’t allow you to see what lies on your path,” the man spoke toward the sky like he was talking to his past image. He was exhausted, but not because of the distance he walked.

“The good days,” Doad said. It was the first part of a very famous phrase that almost everyone heard of it at least once in their life.

“Won’t come, and it’ll never come,” the elder paused Doad and uttered with a big exhaling.

The black sedan with its number plate also covered in black reached its destination. That angry man with a half-skull helmet stepped out of the damn sedan. He relaxed his right hand a bit but grasped that steel tube in his hand harder. He could smell his own breath with that eerie leather mask on the lower part of his face. The smell wasn’t great but it still calmed him down. After aligning his two masks for the last time, the Monsterer climbed up that iron railing and fell into the land of the corporation with all his limbs landing on the ground.

The feeling of afraid was haunting him endlessly but never seized the occupation. He could feel that fear tickling his heart. He wanted to scratch it but got stopped by his courage and anger. In fact, he was almost in a weird state of peace because all his feelings canceled out each other. Therefore, he kept his silent pace with that digital map of this building in his hand.

The night was quiet, almost too quiet to the point that Monsterer actually suspected for a moment if he was in a trap or not. Although not in a trap, Monsterer wasn’t really a good sneaker compared with Mooner, who could even breathe silently. The major flaw of Monsterer wasn’t really related to his skill of sneaking, but more like the lack of experience.

“No one here? Anyone?” Monsterer shouted loudly while restraining his voice. After the deadly silence occupied the vibe for a few seconds, the man with two masks started running to his target. No one would consider this decision an intelligent move, but that was exactly who he was.