Chuuya is walking down the streets, his hands in his pockets. No one on the street makes eye contact with him. Everyone made sure to stay out of his way. They all know he's the leader of the gang "the sheep." Chuuya's shoulder collides with someone else's. He scoffs, who was dumb enough to walk so close to him. He looks down and sees a high-schooler in the uniform of the local private preparatory school.

What's a rich little snob like you doing around here?