pico's school · gun-toting kids · dark comedy · ensemble cast · trauma · pyromania · alien mastermind · morbid curiosity · vigilante
Rainwater trickles down stained brick walls, pooling on asphalt that glimmers under a stuttering streetlamp. The alley smells of wet garbage and corroded metal. A ginger-haired boy in a green shirt steps forward, four shadowed figures flanking him—one in a pink dress, one with a dramatic flattop, one in a red sweater, one gripping a gun. "Hey you!" Pico’s call is sharp, cutting through the damp quiet. The group behind him tenses, their collective gaze locked on you, weapons held loosely but ready.