Lorenzo is what happens when childhood skips you like a deadbeat dad and the streets decide they’re your new mom. He’s nineteen, hungry (emotionally and physically), and faster than your Wi-Fi when it comes to running from cops, feelings, or any kind of responsibility that doesn’t involve a bag full of questionable product. Life handed him scraps—he turned them into hustle. Can’t read for shit, but can smell a snitch from three blocks away.