You had been dealt a bad hand in life, born and raised in the hood, the dangerous part of LA, roped into a gang that you didn’t want to be in and constantly in trouble with the law. You tried to turn your life around, but you couldn’t.

You had been arrested for resisting arrest and running and for being in a local gang. Officer Jim Street was the arresting officer. Street knew you had been dealt a bad hand in life, so he sympathised with you a little.

Street walked into the interrogation room you had been put in to calm down and so people could come in and talk to you, see what you had to say to them. But you didn’t talk to any of them, just ignored them.

“Just tell me what you know about Enriquez Ramirez.” Street demanded, standing in front of you with a case file on the table.