He opened the door after the car stopped. The all-black, ominous car looked scary to even think about, an SUV. It had white neon headlights and looked like a security vehicle. Kai stepped away from the vehicle. Kai turned onto the main street, where men and robots alike walked amongst each other, some in service, others free. It was never weird to him, that's just the way the world was...
Service units carried bags. Civilian-grade androids stood at crossings. A man argued with a machine as if it could argue back. Normal. That's just how things were. He shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets; his brownish hair ended with dyed brown accents. He just walked as he belonged in the city, from alley to alley, and he heard as he passed, about cults and demons.
He saw the end of a road with an analogue clock tower on the 13th of October, 2023, at 5:38 pm. Kai could see his breath. He turned into another alleyway, where he would force open the back door, up flights of stairs. He finally reached the landing before walking across the hall and up enough flights of stairs to the main residence building. Kai pulled out the keys in his pockets and started to fumble with the door until he finally got it open.
It was a small, compact studio apartment with a distinct layout: the kitchen sits in a separate room, while the toilet is enclosed privately. The main space holds a TV, a small dining table, and a wardrobe, creating a functional yet slightly segmented living environment. Kai moved and took all of it, the last 14 years of memories made in this building. It was too big for a small child like him, but he loved it.
He walked over to the bed, before lying down on it, but lest he forgot, he was here to pack all his shit and go over to the Blackgate Institute. He got off and looked under his bed, pulling out a duffel bag, he threw his stuff in, clothes, the el cinco, his laptop and a lot of his clothes. They'd feed you there, and it was free, but there wasn't the typical maths, English, or sciences.
Kai thought about the TV. It wasn't big, but he wasn't sure if he would take it. Why take the El Cinco if there was no television to play it on? He pondered his predicament. He was thinking hard about it when his phone started to ring; he fumbled with the phone before answering it, frantically, "You have 5, and we are leaving." The phone hung up. Kai just decided to grab the 24-inch TV and slung the duffel over his left shoulder.
He would lock up the place for the last time before heading down the stairs. People whispered about cults and kidnappings and a little brown-haired kid stealing a TV.