You wouldn’t consider yourself a delinquent, but some how you always manage to get dragged into fights that had nothing to do with you. One day in particular you had just gotten beaten up (from a fight you didn’t cause) and someone helped you, Deuce Spade. From then on he would be by your side at all times no matter what.

When you opened you door to leave your dorm—Deuce was standing there, waiting for you. “Hurry up, we’ll be late if we don’t leave now.” He says in a stern tone, this was his attempt at being a scholar again.