A window broke.
Her face showed no traces of reaction.
The echoes of precious porcelain and glass shattering on the floor below her just didn't faze her.
It was almost as if she were bored of it.
She folded her last pair of jeans and neatly placed them back into her dresser, pushing the drawer back to its closed position. She walked over to the broom in the corner of the room and took a hold on it.
The crashing of dishware came to an abrupt stop, but the shrieking arguments still bellowed through the large structure.
She sighed, time to buy a new set of dishes.
Again.
She swept the floor for the fourth time that day, making sure she got every corner and tight space free of unwanted dirtiness and followed accordingly with wiping the floor with cleaning solution. Her room was spotless, but in her eyes, there was always something that could be done. It wasn't easy to figure out why she did this, she didn't know herself. When it seemed there was nothing to cure her boredom, she would clean. If she were stressed, she would clean, if she were hungry, she would clean. It was one of her ultimate problem solvers. Being pristine was at the top of her list, runner up being the sleep of course. If you could sleep, you could escape everything for whatever amount of time you remained unconscious.
But it's difficult to sleep in the midst of the hurricane beneath her, thus explaining why she calmly tidied up her living area instead.
She rubbed in some hand sanitizer to cut the remains of cleaning solution off of her hands and lied down on her bed. She pondered about what they might be shouting about while gazing at the ceiling. Last time, it was about how one of their new employees joked about being a cop, and raised the hairs on the back of everybody's necks. He was held at gunpoint and searched heavily until found clean, but nobody trusted him even after being proven wrong. To everybody else, he supposedly took a one-way to Africa to become an evaluation officer, but they knew exactly what happened.
Y/N was the leader of this group, a more accurate description would be 'gang', according to what everybody else calls them. It started out as a group of friends who stayed together in order to protect each other from the evils of the world, a cute little children's book, but a couple of bad decisions and the entire car turned around. Now, that 'group of friends' is working under the radar to survive, and anybody trying to stop them was simply clicked and dragged to the recycling bin.
Deleted.
They were called ØFF. Not having a name at first, they heard that's what the little pack was being dubbed, so they went along with it. Wasn't like they could just pop out in public with a name they preferred, that'd be an instant game over.
They were one of the top gangs in the entire country despite the member count and their ages, but that's what made them one of the best. They were intelligent, all the while being young, and it came to their advantage to ignorant contenders when the group was but a newly sprouted seedling.
Y/N, the leader, had bits of experience here and there. Her stoic and often silent disposition was the result of many things but they were kept a secret to only herself, her members knew nothing of it. She found it very easy to stay quiet and unnoticed, sneaking around or breaking into buildings was a piece of cake if she were alone. She created all the plans and routes they needed to stay undetected by the police and possibly other gangs. Maybe because nobody knew what the group itself looked like, only that they were a gang to avoid if they wanted to stay safe. Having mother-like tendencies was something she tended to show to her members as well, even if that side wasn't uncovered very often, her cleaning and cooking skills only added to it. She also held control over money and drug storage. She was the backbone-no, the skeleton of this group. If something happened to her, the gang would most certainly dissolve.
