That old smell of the neighborhood was still the same; hot asphalt, damp walls and seagull sounds coming from afar. Doğan was walking from the street with slow steps with his hands in his pockets, every memory of his childhood was hitting his head one by one.
"Welcome back, man..." he muttered to himself.
Uncle Çayman, who was sitting in a corner, raised his head.
"Born! How long have you been around?"
Doğan smiled slightly. "I thought I'd stay away from here for a while."
But he didn't leave Doğan around here. Every corner was the same, every wall had a memory. A vehicle sound came from ahead; a black car with film windows slowly passed through the street. The people in the car took a quick look at Doğan.
Doğan's eyebrows furrowed instantly.
"What is the Cobra Crew looking for here?" He thought.
The wind changed for a moment. A girl was walking on the opposite sidewalk. Her long hair was blowing in the wind, with the book bag in her hand, she looked as if she didn't belong to this street.
Doğan stopped involuntarily. He saw her for the first time.
The girl looked at Doğan out of the corner of her eye, then bowed her head in front of her.
Doğan took a deep breath.
"Someone new in this neighborhood... is not a good omen," he thought.
But he didn't know.
The real trouble was just beginning.