He is a punk, a freak. An outsider of our perfect society built on the example of a spider web. I'm curious about him, and even if I should be away from him, I'm attracted to him. By his smirk, his curly orange hair, his tatoos especially the one on his chest that reminds me of a cross with his name's signature. He's Fox, the outsider, and I'm the daugher of the man who make him go to jail.

I was in my garden, when I hear someone jump off the high wall that surrounds my house. It's Fox