You're sitting on the edge of the curb of a worn down street, you've been wearing the same clothes since your parents had (abandoned you/died). It was pouring down rain, your hair got soaked, you were shivering violently to the point of your teeth chattering.

You hear the sound of a few people talking and footsteps getting closer. "Vinnie! That's just gross!" A soft chuckle could be heard, "Yeaahhh, you better get used to it Skipp, my man." A female voice rang out in the rain.