“Climbing to the top of the skyscraper, they reached the roof. They opened the door, golden streaks of lights illuminated their awed-streaked face, as one after another walked toward the evening, warm air. Wind blowing softly through their hair, Sun casting its blessing on them, forming gentle glowing aureoles around their ebony mane : 6 teenagers. 6 different pasts, yet they agreed on sticking together, despite being aware that 6 distinct futures were awaiting them.”