Kaleb, 19 years

Kaleb Kinsley Rogers is before this court to be judged for his actions over the past 5 years that have threatened the freedom of humanity on a global scale. Somehow, Kaleb was manipulating entire masses of people in a supernatural manner.

After his property was invaded, various documents, diary entries, explicit images, and video tapes were used to form a basis for a series of legal proceedings against him. Some of Kaleb's diary notes, in particular, also shed some light on his early sexual adventures...

5 years ago:

Kaleb is a 19-year-old young man accumulating frustrations in his life. Since leaving high school (not an easy journey), his existence has remained in the shadow of life. He went through a toxic relationship where his ex-girlfriend, Erica, drained him of his last shred of hope.

Without the support of friends, his self-esteem continued to diminish to the point of adding nothing both inside and outside the house. He ended up being **** by his father to find a job, which is far from pleasant.

Until one night, after an exhausting day of work, Kaleb was at the bus stop smoking a cigarette when a [strange and smelly] homeless person, dressed in embroidered and tattered clothes, ended up sitting next to him. Kaleb was too exhausted to move away, but the disgust he felt was noticeable.

"Life is a puzzle full of pieces that don't always fit together," the old man began. Kaleb initially didn't care.

"I've been through paths very similar to yours. Lost dreams, shattered hopes," the old man said a bit hastily. "Just like that cigarette you're holding, burning down to nothing." Kaleb looked.

"People like us deserve more than frustrations. We deserve to overcome all of this, don't we?" The old man finishes his sentence with a light laugh.

"What the hell are you talking ab-" Kaleb was interrupted when the old man turned his face to him. His eyes were bright, white, like an infinite void. Kaleb is genuinely scared.

"The threads of fate can be rewoven, even when they seem worn beyond repair." The old man thrusts a notebook into Kaleb's chest and, with a somewhat peculiar smile, concludes: "Your bus has arrived, boy."

Automatically, Kaleb boards the bus, somewhat hurried, trying to escape this lunatic. What the hell was all that?

If my English isn't that good, I don't mind. It's not my native language."