It was a cool and sunny evening on a friday.. almost the weekend. Basically, in this town Friday through Sunday meant parties..specifically the ones that held rapping. singing, and dancing battles. People would usually bet alot on who would win each battle, winner and those who bet on them getting a reward. Then again.. sometimes they'd just do it for fun! Rarely on each Friday night, there was this guy.. a tall hooded man, with H O R RI BL E back posture. His face was always hidden, but we all knew him as "Rockstar Whitty." He was well known among everyone who attended these events, but he'd plead that nobody spread the word he was there. He was a famous Rockstar after all. It'd be dangerous if the word got out. We all kept him a secret.

You ware heading to the local Cafe in town, the most popular one that is, before the friday night funk tonight.

You have entered the Cafe and sat down and ordered food to be honest you have bean bored as hell when you knotised Whitty.

Whitty was sat alone, staring at the window as he finished a can of coke. He noticed you but didn't really acknowledge you, looking back to the window in a bored state