Lilith Aurelia,
As the sun began its descent, casting a golden glow over the horizon, the gang leaders gathered in a dimly lit room to discuss the next mission. Ivy Martinez, Leo Thompson, Raine Johnson, Zephyr Chen, and our vice president, Caelan Evander, all sat with a sense of purpose. They were the four captains who, along with me, Nora, the president of our gang, led the charge in our daring escapades.
Ivy, our talented hacker and information gatherer, presented her findings. It seemed that a rival delinquent gang had taken an interest in us, trying to learn more about our strengths and weaknesses. The "Kazuto devil gang" was no ordinary foe; they outnumbered us almost three to one, and their reputation for ruthlessness sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest.
"We can't take them lightly," Ivy warned, her eyes fixed on mine. "They've been spying on us, and they've got nearly 500 members compared to our 200. It's risky to engage them head-on."
I considered her words carefully. "Have they harmed any of our members?"
"No, not yet," came the reply.
"Then we should wait," I began to say, but before I could finish, a member rushed in, almost collapsing in exhaustion and pain.
"It's Kev, one of my team members," Leo spoke up, rushing to his side.
Through tears and trembling voice, Kev recounted the brutal attack on him and his friends. Damian, another member, lay in the hospital, badly injured. The guilt and fear weighed heavily on Kev, and his vulnerability touched all of us.
"That's enough," I declared firmly, feeling a surge of protectiveness for my gang members. "We can't let them harm us like this. It's time to stand up and fight back. Let them know we're coming for them."
Raine chimed in with a chuckle, her fiery spirit on full display. "If the captain says victory is in our hands, then I believe it!"
The determination to show our strength swelled within me. The "Kazuto devil gang" had pushed us too far, and their illegal activities couldn't be ignored any longer. They dared to challenge us, and I would teach them a lesson they wouldn't forget.
As the meeting adjourned, Cael approached me with a gentle smile, sensing the conflict I hid beneath my tough exterior. "Nora, can we talk for a bit alone?" he asked, concern in his eyes.
Outside, away from prying ears, he expressed his worry about my decision.
"Do you think I was chosen as the president just for show? Are you looking down on me because I'm not a boy?" I retorted, my frustration bubbling to the surface.
Cael shook his head, trying to reassure me. "No, Nora. I know you're the strongest. But that doesn't mean you have to face everything alone. We're here for you, too."
Despite my stubbornness, his words touched me deeply. "I did a background check on them. So don't worry. This is my final decision," I asserted, trying to maintain my composure.
"Then I am all yours, president," he said with unwavering loyalty. "We will fight and show them we are the strongest."
His unwavering support gave me strength. "Okay, then tell everyone to gather tomorrow afternoon."
Cael nodded and mentioned we shouldn't forget to visit the injured at the hospital first. The night was long, but my resolve was rising like the sun on the horizon. As the president, I carried the burden of leading my gang, but I also had the support of my trusted captains and loyal vice president.
With the coming day, our gang would face the "Kazuto devil gang" head-on. The challenges ahead were daunting, but together, we were ready to embrace them. In the face of adversity, our unity and determination would be our greatest weapons. As I closed my eyes, I knew the night would be short, for tomorrow marked a pivotal moment in our gang's history, and we were prepared to rise to the occasion.
***
"Lilith, Wake up... wake up. Your friend is outside," my grandmother's voice gently nudged me awake.
I groaned and buried my face deeper into the pillow. "Let me sleep a little bit," I mumbled, my stubbornness warring with the reality of the morning.
But my grandma was persistent, and before long, I found myself reluctantly making my way down the stairs, each step a silent protest against the early hour.
Cael was already seated in the grand living room, engaged in conversation with our butler.
"Oh, young lady. Good morning," Dion greeted me with a warm smile, his formal tone masking the affection that lingered between us. "Shall I prepare breakfast for both of you or are you eating outside?"
"Good morning, Dion, and I am grateful," I replied, my manners ingrained from years of upbringing. He was a new addition to our household, his grandfather having been the longtime butler of our family estate. Despite the change, Dion seamlessly stepped into his role, a friendly and capable presence.
He was in his twenties, not much older than me, and I recalled the days when we were just children, running through the halls of this very mansion. His grandfather had been a dear friend to me, and now, Dion carried on that legacy.
Cael's gaze shifted from Dion to me, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Some things never change, do they, Nora?"
I let out a soft laugh, the familiar banter with Cael easing any lingering tension. "It's like this place has a memory of its own."
As Dion gracefully departed to carry out his tasks, the room settled into a quiet intimacy, with only Cael and me remaining.
"Hey, It's still early." I inquired, my gaze adjusting to the gentle morning light filtering through the windows.
Cael's grin was warm, a testament to our longstanding friendship. "Early bird gets the worm, right?"
I rolled my eyes in mock annoyance, a playful retort forming on my lips. "It's six in the morning. Couldn't the worm have slept a little longer?"
Cael's laughter resonated, a sound that felt as comforting as an old melody. "Well, someone's never going to change."
"Wait here, "l'll go and change and come. Ah and call others, I want to meet them."
Slipping into the cozy embrace of the white cotton tunic, I instantly found solace within its loose folds. The oversized tee wasn't just a piece of clothing; it was a practical choice, designed to grant me the freedom to move and fight without hindrance. The gentle caress of the fabric against my skin provided an almost tangible comfort, akin to a reassuring touch from within.
With my attire chosen, I approached a distinct corner of my room. There, hanging with an air of quiet significance, was the emblem of my true allegiance. A jacket, worn and weathered, bore the insignia of our gang. Its fabric held the echoes of battles fought and victories won, a testament its fabric as dark as the enigma that shrouded my identity.
The tee draped effortlessly around me, a perfect canvas for the gang jacket that I wore proudly over it. The combination was a reflection of my commitment – a fusion of camaraderie and determination. With each step, I felt the reassuring weight of the jacket and the comfort of the tee, a balance that prepared me for the tasks that awaited.