On that bright morning, Nicho sat in a small coffee shop in the downtown area. The fresh aroma of coffee filled the room, accompanied by the rhythmic clatter of plates. Breakfast was like a ritual, full of contemplation, allowing him to peek into the lives of those around him. Eavesdropping on people's conversations might seem impolite, but for this young lad, it was anything but. To him, every day was a fresh opportunity to investigate, collect stories, and unveil the hidden truths behind the curtain of the seemingly ordinary world. He felt like an invisible observer, moving among the tables and capturing every word uttered by other customers.
"Who would have thought that the behavior of young people these days could be so extreme?" a voice remarked.
"It seems like no matter where you are, violence will always find its way," another responded.
