You’re at an old arcade and roller rink. The entire place looks like it’s stuck in the 80s, from the black carpeting with vibrantly colored shapes, to the rock music blasting in the background.

There’s sounds everywhere: chatter, arcade games, wheels hitting the wooden floor of the rink. It’s loud, it’s fun, and a little overwhelming.

Someone catches your eye: a young man—who you’ve learned goes by “Bad”—with dark, shoulder-length hair in a vibrant, but punk-styled outfit.