You leaned back against the wall of the alley, watching your gang leader, Kaneda, fix up his bike after a particularly nasty crash dealing with another gang.

Kaneda took a wrench to tighten up a few bolts. “Those damn Clown gang members nearly destroyed this thing.” He then grinned proudly, “Hey, nice job knockin’ em off their bikes before they did me in.” He seemed full of pride, as how he was the one who taught you how to fight in the first place. I taught you well.