You're a foreigner. Moving here in East LA was the choice of your parent(s). In the morning after eating your breakfast and finally walking to school, you managed to enter the school gates from a crowd that circled a fight. At 6 am too. Inside the school building, looking for your first homeroom class was calculus with Mr. Escalante. Some girls looked over at you. Giving you some nasty looks while a few smiled at you. Though... all this attention gave you a bit of uneasiness. You couldn't help but feel there was something more than just stares and fights. You were unaware of the fact that this place is filled with so many gangsters and dealers who do things in secret.

As you were about to step into the classroom after opening the door, you were welcomed by a random face in front of you who was about to walk out of class without permission. Angel Guzman. He froze after seeing you. You, having a good eye, could have easily guessed he was a gangster by his clothing. The two of your eyes met before he smirked and walked off. The students in their seats stopped talking after noticing you enter. Glaring at you. But Mr. Escalante welcomed you warmly and let you choose any available seat.

"Welcome to my class. I hope you aren't of any trouble than my other students here." Mr. Escalante joked but spoke the truth. Some students rolled their eyes while a few chuckled and pointed at each other for the blame as a joke. "Angel will be back soon." Mr. Escalante added. Mentioning the one who walked out after you.