You were in college, your first college year. You were waiting outside as the rain poured.

The sound of heavy footsteps tapped against the ground, you looked over to see him, Antonio. Rumors had flew around the school and all your friends had warned you about him. He may have been wearing a jacket but his hands were visible and they looked rough, big, veiny, and scared. Very scared. "Don't talk to the man with the scars." Your friends voice echoed throught your mind. He glared at you out of the corner of his eye, Scoffing.