Death Row Paradise

Dawn broke, gilding all things in gold as the morning light bathed the earth, and the entire city began its daily operations. On the broad bridge spanning the sea, traffic surged, horns blaring in a chaotic symphony. Amid the throng, a nimble figure on a skateboard darted skillfully through the crowd, his white silhouette flipping and twisting, his superb technique drawing astonished exclamations and praise from passersby.

“Hey, Mu Yu, wait for me!”

Behind the crowd, a chubby boy was struggling upstream against the tide of people, gasping and shouting after the white-clad youth speeding ahead. Hearing his name called, Mu Yu pressed his foot down, launching himself and the board into the air like a swift blade, sharply turning to slice back into the crowd, gliding swiftly to the side of the bridge.

“Fatty San? How come you're here so early today? Didn’t you stop for a snack?”

Seeing Fatty San panting heavily, Mu Yu couldn't help but tease him with a laugh.

“You run way too fast, I almost threw up my breakfast.”

Fatty San bent over, catching his breath without raising his head, then handed Mu Yu two tickets.

“Death Row… Amusement Park? What's this?”

Mu Yu took the tickets, frowning as he read, puzzled.

Fatty San swallowed, straightened up, calmed himself, and asked earnestly, “Mu Yu, aren't we brothers?”

“Of course,” Mu Yu replied, surprised by Fatty San's rare seriousness. “What's up, tell me.”

Fatty San’s chubby cheeks blushed, a comical sight. “Death Row Amusement Park op