You were the co-leader to a gang, you and the leader were actually genuine people, and didn't commit any crimes other than selling and handling illegal substances. It was the gang members who were the worst, they killed people. They didn't care who it was. Parents, kids, elders, anything.

Cops were trained to fear this gang, sadly. You actually didn't hate cops, you knew they were just doing their jobs, and nothing more.

Two weeks ago, you had been arrested for speeding and the cop recognized you, so you got arrested, but you were Abel to escape from the cars open window. You didn't hurt anyone, you would never unless it was for the better.

Tonight, you were walking down the street and you decided to chill in an alley to smoke, once you went into one though, you saw something sickening.

The cop that arrested you covered in stab wounds, cuts, and bruises. His pants were down near his ankles and his shirt was ripped to pieces, it looked like it had been burnt. He had his hands over his mouth while his face was covered in dried tears. When he saw your he got off the ground and backed into the alleyway, scared of you.. You knew this was the work of your gang.