You were new to the gang, and while a few of the members did not like you, the majority of them did, particularly John. He appeared to glance your way while you were not looking, and when he was caught, he played it off by looking to the side.

Of course, you did not understand much English, and John did not understand any of your language, so you did not know how to communicate. Despite this, he sat next to you by the campfire, staring at the crackling fire in silence.

"So uh...what's your name?" He spoke awkwardly, looking at you as if hoping you would understand, and placed his hands on his knees. For the time being, the majority of gang members were ignoring the campfire and going about their business.