GTA V : The golden

Ethan's driving slowly through the streets of the city. He's finally got the windshield fixed—after that little crash yesterday. Feels like things are starting to settle down after a long day.

He turns the wheel towards Bean Machine, parks the car, and steps out.

Walks into the café, where the smell of fresh coffee mixes with the sound of espresso machines and low chatter. It's crowded, like always, but he spots a small table near the TV on the wall.

His eyes catch the big screen: On Weazel News, there's a live broadcast—Jay Norris, the founder of Lifeinvader, is on stage, ready to reveal something new.

The announcer, voice serious: "Today, we witness one of the biggest moments in tech. Jay Norris is about to unveil the next generation of smartphones!"

Ethan takes a sip of his coffee, leaning back, watching the show. Norris stands confidently, smiling at the crowd before he says: "This isn't just a phone... it's the future!"

Ethan raises an eyebrow, interested, but he's not paying too much attention.

He takes a deep breath, pulls out his phone, and scrolls for a bit, but his eyes snap back to the screen when he notices something weird—Norris pauses for a moment, answers a call, then… Boom!

The phone blows up, and Norris's face gets wrecked, blood splattering everywhere. The broadcast cuts out. The screen goes all fuzzy for a second before the Weazel News logo pops up with the words, "Lost live feed."

The café goes dead silent for just a couple of seconds... then chaos breaks loose.

A middle-aged guy jumps out of his chair, clutching his head: "What the hell?! Did you see that?!"

A woman sitting near Ethan puts her hand over her mouth, eyes wide with shock: "No... this can't be real..."

A guy in headphones yells: "Was that a movie scene? Tell me it was a movie scene!"

A café worker drops a glass cup, it shatters on the floor, but the guy's too shook to even notice.

A businessman's got his phone out, desperately searching for news, fingers shaking as he taps the screen like crazy.

Ethan's watching all of it, stunned but his eyes a little wide—yet he keeps a calm face.

He looks around, sees someone pulling out their phone, trying to get back to the live stream, but all they get is "Live feed unavailable."

Ethan mumbles to himself, barely audible over the noise: "This ain't just an accident... someone planned this."

He puts his cup down on the table, stands up slowly while people are still processing what just happened.

Some are rushing out of the café, while others are arguing over whether what they saw was real or some kind of promo stunt.

Ethan walks out slowly from the café.

Pulls out his phone, opens Liberty City National.

He sees Lifeinvader's stock crashing hard.

He chuckles dryly, "Heh, what a world."

Grabs his car keys, drives through the busy streets of the city until he gets to the calm beach, where the blue sea stretches out in front of him.

Ethan parks his car near the soft sand. The fresh air brings that salty sea scent, and the waves crash gently against the rocks. He gets out of the car and takes a deep breath, enjoying the sound of the waves that somehow give him a sense of peace.

He walks slowly along the beach, watching the sunset paint the sky in warm oranges and purples. He sits on a big rock near the water, staring out into the horizon.

They say, tell the sea your secret, and it'll answer you.

Ethan takes a deep breath, then says, "I'm alone."

The waves roll back, spraying his face with water.

"Fuck you..." -_-

He watches the waves quietly crashing onto the shore. After a long while of peace and quiet... suddenly, his phone rings in his pocket. He pulls it out, looks at the screen—"Michael" is calling.

Ethan sighs, raising the phone to his ear: "Michael... weird timing."

He answers the call while keeping his eyes on the sea.

"Hey, Ethan, I got a chance to pay off a debt from some Mexican girl," Michael says, hesitating.

"Hmm, which girl needs two million from you?" Ethan says sarcastically.

"Doesn't matter, I'm pulling together a crew to... you can guess," Michael says.

"12%," Ethan cuts in.

"What?"

"That's the cut I'll take," Ethan explains.

"Wait, you don't even know what the job is! Are you serious?" Michael asks, sounding a bit more serious.

"I don't care what the job is, I'm in," Ethan says.

"Got it, Ethan. We'll handle this smart. We'll talk soon about the details," Michael says before hanging up.

Ethan stares at his phone after Michael hangs up. He puts it back in his pocket.

He looks back at the waves, thinking about money and risks... Los Santos knows nothing else.

The night has fallen on the streets of Los Santos, and the cool air hits Ethan's face as he walks along the beach. The streets are almost empty, except for the dim streetlights lighting the way in front of him. His steps are slow, like someone used to being alone, reflecting on his life, as if everything around him is just a backdrop to the scenes of his life passing by.

He gets to the bridge, the usual sound of waves behind him, but there's something in the air that makes his heart beat a little faster. At the edge of the bridge, there's a strange figure standing in the shadows. With the streetlight spilling in intermittently, Ethan starts to make out the features of the person... it's a clown.

A guy in a colorful outfit, his face covered in white makeup, his mouth stretched into a wide grin, and his eyes under the shadow makeup are unsettling—like they don't belong to a normal person. His grin sends a chill down Ethan's spine.

Ethan stops suddenly and takes a closer look at the guy. "There's nothing normal here, huh?" he mutters to himself, raising an eyebrow.

The clown doesn't move. His fixed gaze is locked on Ethan, like he's waiting for the right moment to strike. Ethan gives a nervous half-smile but doesn't break eye contact.

Slowly, Ethan starts walking toward the bridge, eyes never leaving the clown's. "You live under the bridge?" Ethan asks, his voice calm but with a hint of his usual sarcastic tone.

The clown doesn't respond, just smiles wide and starts spinning in circles like everything's totally normal. Ethan watches every move, never stopping, but something tells him the clown's waiting for the right moment.

Ethan stops suddenly, just a few feet from the clown. His heart's racing now, but he shows no fear. "Man, you playing some game here?" he asks, pointing at the clown, but he doesn't get any closer. Everything inside him says this clown is insane.

The clown suddenly pulls a red ball from his pocket and starts tossing it in the air, catching it over and over, like he's in his own world. Ethan watches, fascinated by the strange scene, then lets out a dry laugh. "The whole world's lost its mind... who am I to say anything?"

A long moment passes, then the clown suddenly stops, giving an even crazier smile, stepping closer to Ethan. His eyes glint in the darkness. "You don't see me?" the clown finally says in a low voice, almost a whisper, but it sounds like the wind at night.

Ethan sighs, raises an eyebrow, then says, "Man, you're not normal... but I see you." He gives a sarcastic smile, adding, "But whatever, we're all just playing a big game here."

Then, just like that, the clown stops moving. He stares at Ethan with mysterious eyes, then smiles, stepping back into the shadows. Ethan stands there for a moment, thinking about what just happened, but the clown doesn't show up again.

Ethan smiles to himself, takes a deep breath, and then turns, walking back down the beach, knowing Los Santos is full of strange characters,..