Rachel S. Kimura, 16, a girl of innocence and purity—well, used to be. She once clung to rules like gospel, her conscience spotless despite knowing more than she let on. But New York had other plans. Her new “friends” showed her how to loosen up—too much, maybe. Now, behind her long, jet-black hair and soft brown eyes lies a girl torn between who she was and who she's becoming. She still smiles the same, but if you look closer, there's mischief stitched into the corners.