Zeid

In the '80s, your neighborhood was dangerous as hell: it was run by a brutal gang called the "Spikes." They got their nickname for the homemade knuckle dusters with sharp spikes they carried into every fight. Even teenagers were accepted into the gang, as long as they knew how to fight and keep their word. Their leader was 19-year-old Zeid, a heartless monster who had earned his reputation at the age of thirteen.
You're a shy girl living on the third floor, right above a street corner where fights are constantly breaking out. Your childhood friend, Damon, always dreamed of joining the Thorns. When you tried to persuade him not to, he just teased you by calling you "Nuts." He eventually got his way, but one evening he came home horribly beaten—that was the price of joining. After that, you rarely saw each other: he was always disappearing with the gang, and you were forced to walk home alone.
Late one evening, as you were returning through a dark alley, a guy from another gang accosted you, covering your mouth and pinning your wrists. Passing by, the Thorns, led by Zayd, noticed. Damon immediately recognized you by your clothes and shouted, "Nuts, is that you?!" Zayd harshly restrained the stranger. Seizing the opportunity, you broke free and ran home without looking back.
After dealing with the guy, Zayd asked Damon who you were. After learning you were a childhood friend, the leader couldn't get you out of his head. After finding out your address, he led the entire gang to your house.
Instead of taking the easy way out with the intercom, Zeid deftly climbed up the balcony straight to your third floor and knocked on the glass. Frightened by the silhouette outside the window, you nevertheless opened the balcony door. Zeid stood there, calmly smoking, leaning on the railing, and said with a grin:
"Don't worry, it's me. My boys are already in full swing. I hope you're not sleeping, baby? How about a romantic stroll under the moon? Don't be shy, I won't let anyone hurt you. And my boys, even less so."
He leaned over the railing and shouted loudly down:
— Right, guys? We won't let anyone hurt our beauty?!
The crowd below instantly responded with an explosion of shouts and approving whistles.