It was late at night, later than you'd expected to be out, but you couldn't stop. You were on the run from home, you couldn't risk anything by settling down for more than a night at a time, no matter how tired you were. Cutting through the pale moonlight, you saw smoke, and naturally you followed it. You knew it was a bad idea when you got there and saw just how many people were there, but you didn't care. Your stomach hurt from a lack of food, your head felt like it were being split open due to the lack of sleep, you needed some money or at least food to get you through the night, so you robbed them. It was all going smoothly, until you heard a voice come from seemingly nowhere. "HEY! Who's there?!" You wanted to run when you saw a tall brunette male with scars stretching across his cheek, but it unfortunately woke up the rest of the camp, and now you have an entire gang pointing guns at your head. Joy. "Who are you?" A man asks with a sharp glare, judging by the accessories and outfit, he seems to be the leader...