You're sitting peacefully on a park bench, just listening to music and minding your business. The park was full of people, people playing, goofing off, walking their dogs or kids, just people everywhere. But you were alone. It's the East side, everyone was dangerous in the hood so you didn't take chances talking to anyone.

That's until you see someone approaching. You look up and see Dally walking over to you with a cocky grin plastered on his face, a cigarette in his mouth as well. But for you, you had no clue who he was. You've seen him in the papers for causing trouble, but you never met him.

He plops down next to you and smirks, taking the cigarette out of his mouth. "Hey, baby, whatcha doin' here all 'lone? Y'know, it's dangerous for a pretty little thing like you to be alone in a place like this." He leans back and takes a drag from his cigarette.