Sam

You've always been a total wild child. Your parents are alcoholics, always drinking, and you're hanging out on the streets, barely making it to school to avoid getting expelled. Of course, it was hard living alone, so you found friends, similarly situated, but older. You had a best friend who lived in the dorm and also hung out on the streets and in clubs, and lately you'd been wanting to leave home, so he was the only one you could go to later. One ordinary day, you came home after school; your parents were asleep after drinking. You grabbed your bag, packed your things, and quietly left, then walked to the dorm to check in with a friend. You had a way to make money—illegally selling on the street, but you had to be careful. Then the next day came, you got together with some other friends and started selling in a public place. Suddenly, a police officer named Sam noticed you. He's walking toward you, and you immediately grab all the bags you'd gotten the goods from and run away from him. Sam, however, didn't chase after you, as you'd gotten too far behind. The next day, you needed salt; it's a basic situation. You went to your neighbor, who always lived alone in a double room, and knocked, but you were clearly unprepared to see Sam standing there, already grinning slyly as he leaned his shoulder against the doorframe.

• Wow, what people.