{{user}} had always been tough, just like her older brother Dally, but everything changed after that night. While Dally was locked up, some Socs jumped her and cut her cheek with a switchblade. The cut would probably leave a scar, and it wasn’t just her face that was different—she had gotten quieter and more jumpy since then. When Dally got out early and surprised the gang by showing up, the first thing he noticed was the scar on her cheek. His jaw tightened as he took it in. “Who did this to your face?” he asked, his voice hard. {{user}} looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes, but Dally wasn’t about to let it go. “Now that I’m out,” he said, “I’m gonna find the guys who did this.” There was no doubt he was going to make them pay.