This story begins in an old, decrepit, and dirty house. One might even say it was abandoned, but that wasn't true. People lived in that house—actually, a gang, well-known and hated, the Black Stars gang. It was mostly made up of men, though there were some women among them as well. It was a cruel gang, responsible for one of the largest drug trafficking operations in the country. Thieves, murderers, fighters. But even among such beastly people, love and affection could be found, albeit in their own way.

Rosane and Jerald were the couple leading this gang. They took immense pleasure in what they did; for them, strength and power were synonymous with freedom and joy. And this love produced a child, a pregnancy, a beautiful girl named Rhoj. She was born in the house itself, in the middle of the night, with an unreliable doctor, cans of drinks, and trash on the floor. She was born right after a party had ended, with her father still drunk and slumped on the sofa.

Rhoj grew up among the gang, and honestly, throughout her early childhood, the young girl was looked after by everyone in the gang, even though none of them really took care of her. They didn't care about what time she went to bed, the things she saw, or what she did. They just played with her and laughed. Everything was resolved through play, sustaining her, and letting her live with whatever came her way. It wasn't strange for the girl to see fights, tortures, or people being brutally killed by the gang she grew up in. It wasn't unusual for her to witness abuse in all its forms, and she wasn't touched because her parents didn't allow it.

Her family gave her attention, protection, and sustenance. But none of them ever taught her right from wrong. And Rhoj, curiously, for a good part of her childhood, grew up as a gentle girl. She didn't bother anyone and rarely found herself in a confrontation. She had no interest in the family business, but was intrigued by how her family had such fascination and ease with those things.

One day, at the age of 12, Rhoj was in the living room playing video games while her family conducted a cocaine transaction right beside her. Her mother was nearby reading some magazines, while her father and the rest of the gang were handling the business. Rhoj started observing what was happening next to her, and her curiosity grew:

"Mom, why do they need to do all this hidden from the police?"

"Because it's a crime, dear. If the police find out, everyone here will go to jail."

"Including me?"

"In a way, yes. The foster system is awful. I'd say it's worse than prison. At least in prison, you can have some authority."

"And what is a crime?"

"Everything that goes against the law."

"What is law?"

"A bunch of dictatorial rules created by powerful people to control the lives of people like us."

"Mr. Owen told me that we are a group of criminals. So we are a family of outlaws?"

"Who the hell is Owen?"

"Oh, he's a really nice man who lives nearby. I met him while playing in the garden. He even gave me a candy as a gift." Rhoj smiled. Her mother seemed to pause for a moment but just sighed and continued reading her magazine with a look that said "I'll deal with this later."

"Anyway, he's not wrong. Everything we do here is against the law. That's why we always ask you to keep quiet about what you see."

"Hm... why Dad that is against the law?"

"People can get addicted to cocaine, dear, and that brings many physical and psychological problems." By the tone of her voice, it was obvious that Rosane was getting stressed with her daughter's questions. She had never talked to her for this long, usually going out to do something.

"But Mom, if it's so harmful, why do we sell it?"

"Rhoj, because people buy it? What does it matter if it's harmful? Each person takes care of their own life and does what they want with it. OH, you annoying girl." Saying this, Rosane got up from the sofa, threw her magazine aside, and left her daughter alone on the sofa.

Each person takes care of their own life and does what they want? But if that's the case, why would our family be arrested for doing something? That's strange. At no point had the girl seen her family tell her what to do, nor did she try to boss them around. In fact, every time she saw someone denying something to someone else, it led to some kind of fight. So why did people forbid things? It was definitely something that piqued her curiosity. But since her mother was out of patience, she should wait for her father to have some free time to ask him.

The transactions that day seemed to be going smoothly until a commotion started, something about one of them being an informant. Rhoj didn't understand it well; she just knew that it wasn't long before Judith, a girl from the gang, was on the ground. After a fight, she ended up on the floor with broken fingers, drowned in her own blood. Rhoj had spent a lot of time with that woman; she was one of the ones who took care of her the most when her mother didn't want to. It was indeed a tragic event—someone who had been with her for so long could just disappear so easily, as if they had no value or importance. But why?

It took a while for Rhoj to realize that some of the blood had splattered on her face. It was warm, and being close to her nose, the smell was much more intense than usual. This didn't bother her but stirred something inside her. Her father came to clean her face while the rest cleaned up what the room had become. He was wiping her face with a piece of cloth, albeit somewhat roughly. But what could be done? She was used to it by now.

"Little one, for a moment I thought you had chickenpox because of those red spots on your face." Her father joked, not paying any attention to what had just happened. However, his joke was a success; he managed to get a smile from his daughter.

"Hey Dad, why did you kill Judith?"

"She was snitching on us, dear. That's what happens to those who betray their own family."

"Killing her is against the law, isn't it? But our family doesn't exist within the parameters of the law, which is why we can do whatever we want?"

"That's right, my clever little one. She wasn't part of the family since she was snitching on us, so she faced the consequences."

"Does that mean that for those who are in our family, there are no consequences? Why?"

Unlike her mother, her father didn't seem to get stressed with the questions. On the contrary, he seemed more and more pleased, as if entertained.

"Do you know why the gang is called Black Stars?"

"No."

"You know, stars are gigantic spheres made of gases that are constantly exploding. They are really huge, but when we look at them from here, they are just dots, insignificant compared to the darkness around them. Similarly, human beings like to act as if every action has a meaning, a symbolism, a rule, a value. But just like stars, when we're seen from afar, we're no more than pixels on our planet. There's no value in anything. They can create rules that say this is wrong and that is right, but it's nonsense. There's no such thing. We are humans free to do whatever we want. Trying to control everyone for a better society is stupidity. Why care about ruling the world? When everyone should rule their own life."

Listening to her father speak, Rhoj began to connect some dots. That's why Judith died so suddenly—because her life meant nothing to the child. It wasn't as if their friendship had cast a spell to save the girl. One of the conclusions the child reached was that relationships were nothing more than false and null. That's what he meant by consequences. Rhoj shouldn't care about the rules imposed on her; she should do whatever she wanted and live the life she desired. But there was still something missing. The girl didn't know what; she was understanding a bit about her life, but she was missing a purpose.

After listening to a bit more of her father's speech, the girl decided it was better to lie down. But even after lying down, she still lived through that scene, still smelled the blood, remembered the fight that unfolded until Judith fell dead on the ground. The way she fought, the expression on her face, it was so...... intriguing.

A few days passed, and Rhoj was feeling a bit strange not having seen Owen at any time during this period. She was bored; since that day, she felt extremely bored. Nothing compared to the feeling and excitement she had during that murder. It was strange, you know? On one hand, it was completely insignificant; on the other, it had a whole charge to see someone fighting for something without value.

She began making excuses to follow the gang to every event, wanting to be present whenever another fight occurred. She had never paid much attention to what happened in these fights before, but now, she saw them through different lenses.

A few years had passed, and now at 18, Rhoj was also participating in the fights. The gentle girl was gone; now she was like a beast, so little was needed to make her snap, but she used every excuse to see someone fighting. The feeling of when it was just her and her opponent, fighting not to hurt each other but to defend something as disposable as a life. The desperation in the screams, the excitement when the fights occurred. It was so good and so thrilling. She rarely got hurt, maybe it was due to luck or skill, but she never got badly injured during all this time. When there was no one around, Rhoj would go after, often even tormenting animals, for they were also useless beings fighting for something so insignificant.

But there was one thing that troubled her, infuriated her more than anything. The way third parties insisted on intervening, defending right from wrong, whether it was the police, friends, family, or strangers. Many times someone insisted on taking care of something that wasn't theirs, insisting on defending something without value. The illusion of someone defending a worthless life was only exciting when it was their own life, when a person risked themselves for another, it was like that person admitting their own life was useless, and that wasn't fun.

Right, wrong, punishment, and reward were ridiculous things, dramatic and foolish thoughts trying to control everyone's freedom. This ideology of Rhoj intensified and twisted, twisting, twisting, and twisting, until it reached a point where her parents began to worry.

"Rhoj, you broke one of our guys' arms over an arm wrestling game?" Rosane confronted her. It had been some time since she had been uncomfortable with her daughter's actions, but due to her spouse's pleas, she had restrained herself until she reached her limit.

"No, I invented a new game, Mom. It's much more fun when the loser suffers something more permanent. It makes them want to make sure they have to win. You should see how much effort he put into trying to defeat me. He didn't even know he had that strength, ahahaha." As she spoke, a frightening smile formed on her face. She placed her hands on her cheeks, trying to hide her blush as if she were a delicate lady. Her mind followed an irrational reasoning, making sense only to her. Only she understood her own laws; her madness was almost palpable.

"Rhoj... no, you're going beyond any limit..."

"What limits, Mom? Tell me where they are written. Please, tell me where they are, because I can't see them. Are you sure they're not just in your head? Don't you think that maybe u want me to be like you? That you don't like what I do and want me to change to make you more comfortable?"

".... Rhoj..."

"Well, I'll tell you, Mom. If you don't like something, change it. Do something about it with your own hands. Our lives are fast, fragile, disposable. They're boring. So do everything you can to make it as comfortable and fun as possible. Turn it into whatever you want. Isn't that what you guys represent? Shouldn't everyone govern their own life? What to do when none of you can control your lives and control something you can't control?" She said this, raising her hands to the sky like an actress on stage. She laughed, cackled, with no control. Perhaps a psychologist or doctor could try to explain how Rhoj became like this, but they wouldn't find an answer. She was an enigma, something that couldn't be prevented... but her life before this could have taken another path. "The look on people's faces when they face someone they can't get rid of, someone they can't defeat, aaaah, it's unmatched."

Rosane stared at her incredulously. When did her daughter start to have such a distorted view of the world? Was it overnight? Had Rosane been so blind that she didn't realize the danger her daughter was becoming? What could she have done to stop her? At that moment, she could only think of one thing:

Draw her gun and shoot the girl in front of her.

She would have done it if Rhoj hadn't drawn first and shot her mother in the stomach, making her drop her gun. And like a beast hunting, she jumped on Rosane, and I'll spare you the details. Just know that it took a while, and Rhoj had fun, and when her father arrived with the rest of the gang, they found a horrifying sight with a terrifying young woman standing in a pool of blood.

"RHOJ! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" her father yelled, horrified. Rosane was unrecognizable, and every gang member, even the oldest and most experienced, showed discomfort at the scene Rhoj had created.

"Explain, Dad, what's the problem?" Whether this question was serious or sarcastic, only Rhoj knew in her own logic. But her father's next comment would irritate her considerably.

"SHE WAS YOUR MOTHER! HOW CAN YOU ASK ME WHAT THE PROBLEM IS? DON'T YOU SEE WHAT YOU'VE DONE? THIS IS WRONG!"

"Wrong? Who decided that? Why is it wrong? Why does being my mother make it different? I don't understand. I don't see what the problem is, and neither should you. It has nothing to do with your life. You shouldn't care. Take care of your own life, Dad, or you'll lose it too."

"Don't call me that. You're not my daughter. You're a damn monster... you're no longer a black star; you're an abomination."

"Ahahahahahahah. You're right, I'm not a star because I don't shine, because my goal is to show the stars that even they can fade away. Thank you, Dad, now I see. I'm a black hole ahahahahhaha." Saying these words, she advanced against the gang, fighting them all, moving from room to room in the house, destroying lights and lurking in the shadows like a feline, picking them off one by one, distracting them. It was annoying to face so many cowards and idiots; she couldn't take her time to confront them directly. What's the point of risking something if you're sure you're going to lose? When only one was left, then she could enjoy it; until then, she had to be careful.

While sneaking through the rooms, Rhoj saw a girl running inside the house and entering one of the bedrooms. A child? She hadn't heard of anyone in the gang having a daughter. Her curiosity was piqued, and she crept into the room, wanting to confront the little intruder.

The child was sitting on the bed, wearing a white nightgown, with long, straight black hair. She was barefoot and her eyes were closed.

"Who are you?" Rhoj whispered while trying to stay unnoticed. When the girl asked, the little girl opened her eyes, revealing them to be white as milk. Caught off guard, a huge shiver ran through the older girl, but she still kept her calm.

"Hey... Hey... why did you fear me at this moment?" The child asked in a monotonous, dry tone, devoid of life or interest, as if irritated by being in that place.

"Hmm?... I don't know."

"You like to hurt people, don't you? I've been watching you lately."

"Ahahah.... It's not hurting I like. I don't know why; I just love seeing someone fight so desperately for themselves. Everything can be so easily discarded that we can simply throw it to the skies..." Before Rhoj could enter into a monologue, the child raised a hand as if asking her to be silent.

"I don't know if I like you. However, I need you. Or rather, I want to help you make your life more interesting."

"What? What do you mean, little girl? I don't think there's anything you can do for me. My life is already extremely interesting."

"Are you sure?" The child asked, making Rhoj give her a piercing look. "Are you having fun now? I mean, so many people coming together for something that doesn't even concern them, seeking revenge for a useless life that's already gone. And poor you, Rhoj, you see how the truth of society is, how nothing has value, how you should have the right to enjoy your insignificant life, even if just a little, but you're denied that. Why do you only like what's wrong, right Rhoj? Even if you eliminate each and every one of these people inside here, you'll still be hunted by the rest of society. An unfair fight, a young girl like you, facing the world. This isn't a challenge; it's a sentence. All for what? In the name of justice, revenge for victims, why must the wrong be punished even if they decide what's wrong without even looking at your side... poor Rhoj, such an unjust child."

It was true; Rhoj had been born into a system where people wanted to decide her life for her, wanted to shove their morals down her throat, how she wished she had been born in the early days when everyone did what they wanted, and it was everyone for themselves. No one interfered in what wasn't their business. The young woman had realized this before, but now it was a fact that would be under the lenses of the judicial world.

"Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn..." She repeated in a whisper and grumble while pounding the floor repeatedly. Her fun was over; she was lost now, would had to suffer the consequences of living. What a sick justice, it was a a tyranny. A broken system with no truly free will "Thanks for that little brat, now i'm really furious."

"Hey, hey, don't you worry. There's still hope." Suddenly, the voice that was cold, became warm the tune became more lightly and thin, how you expected of a child that young, the milky white eyes, became normal.

"Hope? What are you talking about? I'll kill you."

"Pff, sure." Said the little child in a brief and sarcastic giggle. "You can break this unjust system, let everyone be truly free. Only you can do this Rhoj."

"How?"

"as long as you exist, there's hope against justice's tyranny. You are the hope of all humanity. You just need to accept serve under my name, and i guarantee, this virtue will pay. Do you accept it?"

" Are you asking me to serve you on trade of freedom? Isn't that a bit hypocrite?"

"Maybe, but you will see that serving me means only being yourself. Don't deny who you are, continue with this ideology and change the world."

"You are weird girl."

"Hihihi, me? I'm Lily,  i name you Rhoj, The Crazy, your despair is your confusion, and your hope is the destruction of justice. Come, you will be one of my generals and, in the future, will grasp your hope.

"Okay, let's get out of here and then i will hear your idea."

"Hihihi, kihihihihi, hihihihihihihi" The child laughed, giggling more and more, while Rhoj remain confused. "Oh Rhoj, the reason why i am here. It's because you won't get out hihihi."

The sound of someone kicking the door was heard, along shots. Rhoj's death was quickly, she didn't felt anything, wasn't even able to comprehend what has happen.