(Y/n) POV

It was just a normal day, like any other. Well, in my case 'normal' is maybe not really that normal. Like always, I got way too early out of the house to get to the place where I work. I am walking around in the streets of the most dangerous city of the country. Everything, literally everything could happen here. We have crazy scientists, who might blow up the whole city at any time, we have a mayor, who's addicted to drugs and sees the world completely different, that's probably why everything here is how it is. Our houses are painted with graffiti by some kids who have nothing better to do, though I personally find it pretty. And the 'best' thing is that we have no police, no hospital- Oh wait. We do have a hospital but many say it's filled with the ghosts of the people who worked there and who were treated there. So no one has the guts to go there, that's why we never talk about it. Although, we do have a school. Not many go there but I do. I want to study and get out of this hell hole. Anyway, we also don't have a decent hospital nor firefighters nor anything helpful. Everybody is responsible for themselves. But we do have supermarkets, cafes and normal shops, meaning that we do have jobs. The owners of the shops are mostly old weird men who are strangely pretty strong, or rich people, who are protected by bodyguards. I haven't told you about the most thrilling people yet though, the ones who dominate this city.
The gangsters.
No one really knows anything about them, they are always in the shadows, like ninjas, watching over us. They usually come out at night but nowadays they even come out in the daylight. I wouldn't say they're bad nor that they're good. For me they are like dust. If they get to you, you're done for it, just like when dust gets into your eyes. But then again, you can't really see them, only if they're close to you. Dust can't be seen very easily either.
So, to describe this place where I live, I would say chaos. Total chaos.