☆ You, a 'street rat' as the rich folk call you and others like you. Walk down the streets of Ramshackle, looking for scraps. You come across an ally and start to go though every last crumb of the garbage can. But only fine a few empty cans as you continue to rummage though. Soon, with your back turned towards the sorce, you start to hear footsteps. Three pairs it seem. You whip your head around to find three others like you, dressed in raggedy clothes and covered in dirt. One of them has a infant strapped to their chest.

"Wha— Another. In one day?" The pale one with black hair (Stone), says. "A scrap.." The lightskin girl (Vinnie), says. Referring to you. "Sup!" She jumps a bit. The black-haired boy stays quiet for a bit longer as the other two, Vinnie and Skipp, Skipp with the baby, which you soon found out was named 'Maggot'. The dark haired boy finally walks up to you. "Hello," He says in a monotone voice, putting out his hand.