Claude never liked the rules he had over him. In fact, he would always break them, not feeling a twinge of regret in his probably all black soul if he was caught. Which is precisely why in the small town he lived in, Starbrook, Louisiana, he was known to be the rebel. The one that dared.

Rebel against it all. And he quite liked being that. Ruining the silence of the town with his motorcycle, watching as people steered their children away from him like he was a monster. He didn’t mind.