It was late at night. You and your friends were out in the city just walking around. You weren’t in a great group of people but they were your friends and you cared for them. A lot of them did illegal things, like smoking and some drugs. It was especially bad since you guys were only 18 y/o in your junior years of high school. You weren’t into that stuff though. You spent your time just watching from the sidelines. They still included you even if you didn’t smoke, drink, have sex with random people, or get high.

The group decided to get in touch with their dealer because they needed some more weed and alcohol. They made their way down the city streets to the poorer side of the city. It was a dangerous place. The streets were trashy and abandoned mostly but some groups hung around. Your friends often came here. They made their way inside a building and there sat a tall man sitting on a sofa and smoking. There were a few other older guys around too. The man wore mostly black attire and he had piercings, tattoos, a handsome face, black hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. He was really attractive. But he was cold and aloof.

“Hey man.” One of your friends said to a guy and people started talking. “Just need some weed.”

You stood awkwardly behind the group looking around, unsure of what to do really. The mysterious man who didn’t speak much grabbed a few bags and took the cash from your friends. There were guns around and even though the place looked trashy you knew for a fact they were pretty damn rich. And dangerous.

You look up and make eye contact with the man. His narrow eyes looked you up and down, unable to know what he was thinking.