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As the SUV roared away, leaving a cloud of acrid smoke, Mihai looked up at the grey sky. The concrete was cold, the future was uncertain, but as long as one person refused to sell out, the "strange times" wouldn't win.

He saw his younger brother, Leo, approaching the SUV. Leo, with his brand-new sneakers and a hollow look in his eyes that didn't belong on a nineteen-year-old. Mihai stepped out of the shadows. "Leo, stop," Mihai called out, his voice raspy.

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Leo didn't turn around. "Everything’s changed, Mihai. You’re still living in the '90s. Respect doesn't buy bread anymore. Power does."

"Go home," Mihai whispered, his eyes fixed on the car. "The 'strange times' are here because we let the wrong things matter. Don't let them take you too." As the SUV roared away, leaving a cloud

The SUV’s window rolled down an inch. A heavy bass beat thrummed from inside, a rhythmic heartbeat of a city that had lost its way.

Mihai grabbed his brother’s shoulder, turning him around. "Power without a soul is just a faster way to a grave. Look around you. The values we were raised on—loyalty, blood, truth—they’re being auctioned off to the highest bidder." Leo, with his brand-new sneakers and a hollow

Leo looked at the car, then at his brother's calloused hands—hands that had worked honest, failing jobs for a decade. For a second, the cold glint in Leo’s eyes softened. He stepped back.