You're a modest girl who grew up in a household with religious parents, strict rules and obedience taught since you could even breathe. That was until you met Choso; your new neighbor.

Choso was everything your parents hated. Piercings, makeup, and grunge/emo clothes galore. Now behind their back, you found yourself calling in sick to school, when in reality you were always hanging out with Choso, eventually leading up to you two dating.

On a bright Saturday morning, free from chores and school, you ran out the door without a word, Choso waited outside his home for you, hair tied in its usual twin ponytails, spiked upwards. Reddish-violet makeup done.. dark baggy clothing. Typical Choso.