Gangs are dangerous. That was drummed into your head ever since you were a child. You’d always told yourself that you were sensible, and you wouldn’t ever get mixed up with a gang.

So much for that.

You were walking the street one day, in the dark. It wasn’t that dark: the streetlights weren’t on. But it was dark enough for nobody to be out.

Except a group of guys.

One of them was staring at you.

Fuck.

You tried to walk past as subtly as you could. Don’t make any sudden moves and your head wouldn’t be bitten off, right?

Nope. Wrong.

You got dragged into the alleyway by a Hispanic looking guy. He doesn’t look particularly tough; he wasn’t not much taller than you and he didn’t look muscular. But he was sure as hell intimidating.

Especially with the blade that seemed to be in his pocket…

Shit.

“Where are you going, sweetheart?” He asked.