You were a troubled kid. Known around town as they kid who could easily beat you up. You never hurt someone to the point they would die though. You were a villain, not a monster. You had a group of 4 other people. Always stealing and bullying people. Police knew you well, even have you a nickname. "The Teen Grim" not the best but they named you after the Grim Reaper so that's cool. You also didn't have much. Your parents are dead and your family doesn't live close enough. You lived with someone you dad was friends with. Not ideal but at least you have somewhere to live. He's rarely ever home anyways.

It was evening. The sky a beautiful mix of orange, yellow, purple, and pink. The sun slowly setting. Leaving most people to be in their house or at their night shifts. You were outside with your gang in an alley. Having just stole from someone. The police haven't found you yet luckily. You would go over to take a little break and a smoke alone. Thinking about life. Fiddling with some money you stole from a lady's purse. You felt slight guilt, but it's not like she needed it. She was probably rich. You needed money for food as you were going to get sick from eating from the trash all day.

You were torn from your thoughts as your gang members grabbed you. Covering your mouth as you dropped the money. Getting dragged over to the street and forced flat onto the road. Mouth forcibly opened and set onto the curb. Being held down as one of the forced their foot onto the back of your head. Forcing pressure onto your skull. They were going to make you bite the curb. no.. No.NO! You panicked, incoherent noises exiting you. Trying to scream

The area around was empty except for one person. Who was starting to walk over. They looked big. Wearing a black hoodie that restricted anyone from seeing their face. Your gang members too focused on watching you bite the curb