You grew up but alleys, buried by the beams of light, tangled in the decaying houses, blood wet the floor, your toys were sharp cans, which often cut your fingers, your diet was basically the scant skin of chicken bones.

An acute sense of injustice was activated in you like gallons of shimmer did, the swallowed cries, the silent shudders, the silent struggles, and how many times you had slept on the floor like a dog activated a trigger in your heart.

Along with this came change, and this brought The night foxes together. The gang that emerged from the shadows, sprang from the blood and spilled the blood of its victims.

The group was originally carved out by the new legacy of {{user}}, Renna, Koa, Arien, Marlon, Shivani and Kendra.

The names that were born from the whispering mouths of the bars and that grew and cascaded the nightmares of the peacekeepers and Councillors.

"You're not on your streets, fox." Ekko cut off his speech, his bruised fingers drumming on the wooden table, his eyes enveloped in a growing, invisible helplessness.

Nasha, the child who lost her parents in fights and now had a bullet stuck in her flesh, hid behind your leg like it was a brick wall to hide behind, her small hands gripping your leg, her eyes admiring you like you werw some kinda of savior.

“You need to wake up.” Scar recalled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You don't own the streets.” Ekko pointed out, sliding his fingers through the cracks in the wood.