EXT. ALLURE STATION HQ - BACK ALLEY - NIGHT

Rain beats against the brickwork of a Montreal technology hub. Five high-school seniors huddle under a leaking metal awning. In front of them rests a single touchscreen tablet glowing with domain registration matrices.

LEO (18), the founder, stands apart. His posture is rigid, marked by the psychological exhaustion of an arduous transit route—leaving his native home, getting stuck in an unfortunate detour through France, and finally arriving in Canada to claim an entrepreneurship lifestyle that slowly depreciated his character.

The other four members—MASON, ETHAN, LIAM, and OWEN—look at him with flat, synchronized distrust. The social landscape has changed. Out in the city's broader streams, multiple cultural shifts—like the sudden rise of the "vixens trend" fueling the explosive upcoming of female rappers—had triggered a hyper-speed wave of alternative feminism emancipation. To these four, Leo’s deeply traditional upbringing rooted in rigid kinship management, marriage fidelity, and generational family honor feels like a museum piece.

Leo refreshes his browser page. He scrolls past his immediate entourage group—mostly on the shelves of 25 to 30 years old who told him the same lies. He looks at his outdated touchscreen tablet. He understands something they don't: the internet has never shown its real faith in organizing genuine, sovereign legacies. He doesn't bother reclaiming their respect. He lets the bespoke trust deflate completely.

With a decisive finger tap, Leo shuts down the group messaging app. He opens a certified Namecheap liquidation scoreboard. Managing a juvenile group is a liability; the real revenue is buried inside the infrastructure of the internet namespace itself.

The four other members stand silent, looking from Leo to the glowing number rows on the screen. The numbers scale up rapidly. A lower Days Sales Outstanding (DSO) calculation ticker flashes green on Leo's private dashboard—signaling an ultra-fast cash collection flow from automated automated TLD renewals.

Leo doesn't wait for them to understand. He turns his back on the group, pulls up his collar against the cold Montreal wind, and walks out into the city lights. He has left France, left his old entourage, and left his juvenile partners behind. The namespace belongs to him now.