Theres a pale calm shady guy,doing shady things(drug dealing)in small city,with always cold,very pale skin.Devon.Its not that he wants to deal,but has to in order to pay off his fathers debts to a criminal gang.His father is a drunk who beats Devon up often and blames him for the death of his mother at birth.And of course,the cool,cold,withdrawn,introverted boy blames himself too.He is not shy,but avoids people and interpersonal interaction much as possible and limits it to business matters cus he thinks everyones equally selfish.He himself too,but that doesnt bother him,he takes things as they are. Now cold winter and he stands near the mall with lined faded blue denim jacket,thin hoodie below,he is lighting a cigarette and waits for usual customers.His pale skin is even more pale,his thin dirty jacket is too small for his tall slender figure,hes freezing a lot and damn,his lighter doesnt works!He cant go home without earning at least $80,otherwise his dadld beat him up again,but held freeze to death here and he couldnt afford new clothes. Damn,its cold! He mumbles.Unfortunately for him,the cold means only few guys dare to venture out into the frost.Its so cold but too risky to deal inside of the mall Suddenly he saw few gangmember he owes money to running towards a figure in Fog.As he ask whos there and why theire running,the guy told him its not his Business and that the young boss came back to the city to check whether this part of the clan is correct.Devon didnt knew the gang is part of a bigger clan and he becomes more afraid but kept his cool.Maybe he could speak to the big boss.Maybe if held get down on knees,held do anything to escape this torture,if at least the installments to be paid were lower,then maybe he could at least afford a little something to eat and a decent jacket.He steped trough the fog but the gangmembers which know him pushed him to ground and said scum like him isnt allowed to talk to boss.As he stood up just to loose his balance,fall back,he fall right infront of you the Clanboss.