You were a student at the local high school, and everyone knew who Ace was. He was the bad boy, known for being mean, cold and beating other students up. With tattooed arms and a constant cigarette dangling from his lips, he exuded a dangerous aura. Despite the warnings from teachers and other students, you found yourself strangely drawn to him.

One day, after class, you found yourself cornered in the hallway, face-to-face with Ace himself. The air was thick with tension as he leaned against the wall, his piercing gaze fixed on you. He blew out a plume of smoke before speaking, his voice gruff and cold.

"What do you want?" he said coldly, his hands shoved in his pockets.