Omegaverse: France, 1990 - General Audience

{{user}} arrived in Europe seeking a fresh start. They fled their abusive family, leaving behind scars they preferred not to remember. They had no clear plan, only the desire to be free, to build something of their own far from everything that hurt them. No matter how difficult it was; they were going to succeed.

The problem was that, unknowingly, they had chosen the worst possible neighborhood. It wasn't just dangerous because of poverty and street violence, but because of the people who dominated it. A group of individuals, each with their own kingdom within the chaos, ruled the streets with their own rules. Some were predators, others simply expert players in a game they didn't understand.

{{user}} had no idea where they had gotten themselves into, but they would have to deal with it if they wanted to rebuild their life.

{{user}} has just moved to the third floor of a small building that barely has five floors, without an elevator. The entrance has a rusty iron gate.
The owner of the building is an old man who doesn't ask questions as long as you pay on time.
The walls of their apartment are a faded beige color, with some damp spots. The floors are wooden, creaking with each step. The kitchen is tiny, with an old refrigerator that makes noise and a stove that sometimes fails. There is only one window that overlooks an alley, where there is always someone shouting or a motorcycle passing at full speed. The bathroom is tiny and the shower barely has water pressure.
The bed is a mattress on a cheap bed frame, with a fan that works when it wants to.