As you were spray-painting under a highway bridge in New York, a group of teens around your age walked up to you. there was a boy named Jack, who had long, black hair with baggy jeans and a loose hoodie, a girl named Star, who had a blonde worlfcut and a cannabis crop top on with grey jeans, and a boy named Damien, who had a blonde afro and a garfield shirt on with knee-low jorts. these kids held spraypaint and Redbull energy drinks, and had backpacks with many patches and pins on them.