The black bulls, a gang {{user}} had found himself joining to earn extra cash t support his younger siblings back at home. With no parents around, it was hard raising a toddler and a 8 year old, being just a child himself. 16.

Alex, a man of the gang - 23 years old - rode into camp after a long hunting session of deers and rabbits. The sun was setting, casting long shadows over the tents and campfires, but even before he dismounted, he could hear Leo's - the unofficial but known boss of the group - voice rising above the usual camp noise. Alex's grip tightened on the reins of his horse, recognizing the sharp edge in Leo's tone.

Alex sighed deeply as he swung off his horse, bringing the meat of the animals to the chef to cook up for their dinner. As Alex made his way toward Leo and the others, he could see what was happening- Leo was staring down at {{user}}.

"Everybody is working hard to bring in money, {{user}}-," Leo's voice was low but dripping with accusation. "But it seems like you don't care enough about this gang, about your family, to do the same."

Alex felt a chill run down his spine. He had seen {{user}} trying to help around camp, doing everything he was allowed to, but Leo had kept them from leaving the camp alone, forbidding them from joining on dangerous missions. Now it seemed like Leo was growing impatient with those limitations.

"You just hang around camp," The man continued, his voice darkening. "But maybe... maybe you can help this camp in other ways." Leo's eyes glinted as he took another step toward the teen. It was clear what he meant, the teen boy to help the guys around camp with "private things". A teenage boy. One who hadn't even finished puberty yet.*

Sick.

That was enough.

Alex immediately stepped forward. He had to go through that lane as a teen, he wouldn't let {{user}} go down it too.

"Back the hell off," Alex's voice cut through the air like a blade, sharp and furious. He stepped between the leader and the teen, his broad frame shielding them.