The story starts in France, the country of Cheese and Wine, the most beautiful country in the world. But having for a downside of having some of the worst people there. The plot is precisely located in the eastern part of France, in Nantes, one of France major city, composed of approximately of 500 000 inhabitants.
Nantes is a city filled with criminals left and right (it's like a French version of London), the police is everywhere and sometimes needing the help from the army to keep the streets in place. Even the toughest of people from the streets won't dare to come out at night, not wanting to get stab with a knife by lunatics.
Anyways, it's not the greatest of city to live in.
In a small city called Thouaré, near Nantes, a young boy was sleeping peacefully. Dreaming about cheese…until a shout woke him up from his perfect dream.
"Wake up, Kylian!" Called his mother as she prepared lunch from the kitchen.
"Urrgg..." Kylian groins as he pulls out the banquet to the side of his bed to reveal a young 5'10 tanned teenager with black hair.
Getting himself up, the boy switch on the light in his bedroom to see more clearly. The bedroom was a really small bedroom for a teenager to live in. The room was designed for a baby to live in, at least that's what the room was for when the appartement belonged to the past owner. Kylian opens his closet and reach out to pick a black tee-shirt, a blue slip and a grey pair of pants.
After putting his new clothes on, he opened his door to see his mother drinking coffee in the living room. His lunch was on the kitchen table, ready to be eaten.
The young boy walked to the kitchen table and sat on one of the four chairs, the one where is meal was put. His lunch was composed of bread with butter on top of it, the perfect dish for a French. Eating the dish, wish was filled by his mother love, almost brought a tear to his eye.
"That's the most delicious dish, ever, of all time." The delirious young boy said in his mind.
After finishing his splendid meal, Kylian stood up and walked to the living room, right beside his mother. His mother was a beautiful woman in her late 40s, brown hair without any grey hairs and white skin, and piercing brown eyes. She looked younger than her actual age.
They looked at the TV, the news channel like any days before, spoke about Nantes criminal activities such as stealing, murders and rape which have multiply since the last 2 decades by 4.
"Well, that sure don't look pretty." Kylian said not affected by the news, seemly used to hear things like this.
"Yes, now prepare yourself to go to school, your bus is in 10 minutes!" Alexandra said to his son calmly.
"Already?!" Said the young man as he sprints to the bathroom.
Entering his bathroom, Kylian grabbed his electric toothbrush, put dentifrice, and plunged it in his mouth as he switches the toothbrush on. He looked i front of him, his relaxion on the mirror staring right back at him. His dark messy hair that hadn't be browsed, his dark-brown eyes staring at its soul. His vertical scar running across his right eyebrow gave him a mean look. He was slightly handsome even if he didn't really care that much about his look.
After washing his face with a handful of water and browsed his hair really quickly, the young man rushed his bedroom and put his large backpack that was filled with books and a computer, Kylian was ready to face the monster that people called school.
rapidly walking to his front door, he reached to the key who was already in the keyhole and turned the key to the right.
"See you later, Mom!" He said to his mother trin the living room as he opens the door.
"Alright, good luck with school and don't forget to bring back some bread for tonight." His mother responded
"Okay" The teenager simply said back as he steps out of the appartement and closed the door behind him.
As he took the stairs, he thought about the subjects he will have to do this morning and a passing thought about "Her" brought his mood down, a melancholic smile emerged from lip as he for a couple of seconds was reembracing the past.
His line of thought was interrupted as he reached the end of the stairs, he opened the door to see.....