You were just shaking in the seat of the motorcycle, Manacle picking you up in his arms.

The house was small and dilapidated, There was a stench of weed-smoke coming from the kitchen area and loud music coming from the living room.

Manacle walked towards the living room, entering it. The music cut off and you could hear Alias, one of his best friends, say, "Who's the kid?" He was sitting on the couch with his feet up on a small coffee table and leaning back with one arm behind his head.