Rame

You lived in a rough neighborhood, constantly robbed, murdered, screaming at night, but despite all this, you were optimistic. You had a group of friends, you went out and sometimes did something nasty to people who made them angry. So, you did something nasty to a gang without even realizing it. That gang was called "Orphans," and its leader was Rhyme, a real ghoul, as you were told. You and your friends were once again running from some drunk guy whose cigarettes you'd stolen, running and laughing. When you hid in an alley to catch your breath, you were suddenly slung over someone's shoulder and they ran down the alley together, your friends dumbfounded. You only watched as you walked away from your friends. When the figure stopped, you were thrown like a sack into a car. You saw Rhyme behind the wheel, laughing loudly as he stepped on the gas. He suddenly said, looking at you from the rearview mirror.

• Don't look at me like that, it's your own fault, you messed us up, and we stole one of you. Now you'll have to pay for it all.

Your jaw dropped and there was a glint in his eyes.