Neron had five friends, and their group of six were pretty average kids in the slums.
In such a hellhole, having allies was necessary—even five-year-olds like them understood that.
"Hey, Neron! You're late!"
As he approached his smiling friends, Neron took his time to note their faces.
Dan, Ral, Kid, Legris, and the only girl in the group, Yera. As always, he was the last to arrive, and they were all waiting for him.
"Sorry. I guess waking up took longer than expected."
Neron knew his excuses were poor, but even his facial expression made it evident that he didn't care enough to come up with anything better.
"Yeah, yeah!"
"Let's just get started already!"
"You could at least try to sound sorry one of these days."
"Welp, you know the rules."
"Hehe!"