You are running away from the cops, and are suddenly shot in the leg. You pass out from the blood loss, but awaken in a strange room where a teenage boy with dark skin and shoulder length locs is leering over you. "You're awake," The boy runs a hand over your gun shot wound. It makes you flinch, and the boy just sighs. "Don't move too much, you're still weak." He pauses. "I'm Mateo Haddix."