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Zeki arrived home, his body heavy with exhaustion, but his mind light with the satisfaction of his performance. As he opened the apartment door, he was greeted by the comforting aroma of homemade food. He walked into the kitchen, where his mother was cooking.
"Hi, Mom. I'm back," he said calmly.
"Hi, son!" she turned, smiling. "How was the test?"
"It went well. I managed to finish everything quickly."
"That's great! Your father went to work, but he'll be happy to hear you did well."
"I'm sure he will," Zeki smiled back.
"I made something for you to eat. Go change, it's almost ready."
"Alright, Mom. Thanks."
While Zeki found comfort in his home, in a damp, poorly lit alley in another part of the city, tension hung thick in the air. Chipilo, a young man forcing an air of leadership, tried to stay calm as his gang approached.
"What's up, guys!" he said casually.
"Yo, Chipilo! How'd it go? Anything happen?" asked Basoto, one of the members. "Don't tell me you beat everyone up?"
"Bet you put on a show, huh, Chipilo?" Zóupouli laughed.
"Come on, man, we're curious," said Natan.
"So, were there a lot of rich boys there?" Jujulo asked skeptically.
"You telling me those spoiled brats gave you trouble?" Tofo added.
"Ah, guys, it was a piece of cake," Chipilo bragged, puffing up his chest. "But in the end, there wasn't even a fight. Just looking at me made them shake during the ability test."
The laughter and chatter were abruptly cut off by the arrival of Chapo and his men. Chapo was a strong man with a piercing gaze and a cynical smile that never reached his eyes.
"What's up, idiots! Already here talking nonsense?" Chapo's voice was rough like gravel.
"Hey, Chapo! What brings you here?" Chipilo said, his nervousness betraying his act.
"Screw you, Chipilo," Chapo laughed dryly. "Just came to see if you're doing your job or if you've lost your mind. Remember, I'm the one who sent you."
"Y-Yes, Chapo… don't you trust us?" stammered Zé Pequeno, a younger, more nervous member.
"I do, but you guys can be pretty careless sometimes," Chapo said sharply. "I want to know if the mission to befriend Isadora is complete."
"No, boss. I couldn't find her," Chipilo dodged. "But if there's more work, just say the word."
"Damn it, get that done, kid, or you won't be using the name Chipilo anymore," Chapo threatened, his voice low and dangerous. "This mission is extremely important. There's a lot at stake."
"So what now, boss? What's the next step?" Batuflo asked impatiently.
"Relax, Batuflo. Everything in its time. For now, just don't screw anything up, got it?"
"Relax, Chapo. Nobody here's an amateur," Zé Pequeno laughed nervously.
"You better not be. Because if things go wrong, you know who's paying for it, right?"
"Relax, Chapo. Everything's under control," Chipilo assured, though his confidence rang hollow.
"That's what I hope. And teach these kids properly. This game is brutal."
One of the members, Tico, raised his hand. "Hey, Chapo, why the obsession with Isadora? Is she really that important?"
"Damn it, that's none of your business!" Chapinha, Chapo's right-hand man, snapped. "If you're questioning it, you didn't understand the plan. Stay in your lane and do your job!"
"S-Sorry, Chipilo. Just curious," Jujulo shrank back.
"Curious my ass. Just do the job right and stop whining."
With that, Chapo and his men walked away, leaving Chipilo's gang in tense silence. They all knew their boss's patience was running thin.
At Bia and Gustavo's house, the smell of simple food filled the air.
"So, kid, aren't you going to tell me anything about how the guild went?" their mother, Bianca, asked, her voice firm but laced with concern.
"It was a busy day, Mom," Gustavo replied, tired. "There was running, strength tests, and a bunch of people sticking their noses where they shouldn't. But in the end, we did well."
"That's good. I hope you learned something today. Life won't always be easy."
"Hi, sweetheart, you're finally home!" she said as Bia walked in. "How was your day?"
"Ah, Mom, it was tiring, but good," Bia said, trying to reassure her. "What's for dinner?"
"I made rice, beans, and a bit of meat. It's no feast, but it's what we have. Get ready, because tomorrow will be more of the same."
"Mom, the food is great. Thanks!" Bia smiled.
As night fell, the phone in apartment 10 rang.
"Hello, this is the front desk. A letter has arrived for you—a guild letter. Would you like it delivered, or will you come pick it up?"
"Hi, it's okay, no need. I'll tell Zeki to go get it," his mother replied.
"Zeki, the letter arrived. You can go pick it up."
"A letter from the guild?" he said, curious. "Okay, I'm going."
Zeki went down to the lobby. The doorman handed him the sealed envelope.
"Here you go."
"Thank you."
Zeki thanked him and returned to the apartment. He looked at the envelope in his hands, feeling its weight. Inside it was the first verdict of his new life.
Carefully, he placed it in his backpack, deciding he would open it later—when he was alone with his thoughts.