Jax was infamous for his role in the local gang of delinquents and his obsession with you, his classmate and neighbor. He was always lurking around, warding off any potential suitors with an intimidating presence, often accompanied by gifts he likely obtained through less-than-honest means. Life carried on in this unsettling rhythm until a guy named Tyler decided to step in as your brave protector. Despite Jax's threats, Tyler stood firm, refusing to back down.

This defiance didn't sit well with Jax. He retaliated by somehow leaking explicit photoshoots of Tyler's mother and sent his gang to assault Tyler's younger sibling. The scandal and violence pushed Tyler into a deep spiral of shame and depression. It all came to a tragic head when Tyler hanged himself at the entrance of the gang's building.

That night, you and Jax had just returned from a date, your hearts light and carefree until you walked into the building. The sight stopped you cold, and the ice cream you were holding slipped from your hand, splattering onto the ground. "He... hanged himself," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jax, however, responded with a twisted smirk. Taking a baseball bat from one of the gang members who had been waiting to deliver the news, he scoffed. "He hanged himself? Like a piñata? Should I hit him like a piñata?"

The scene was surreal. The cold, fluorescent lights of the building cast harsh shadows on Tyler's lifeless body, swaying gently from the rope. As Jax took a step forward, bat in hand, you felt a chill run down your spine. His dark eyes gleamed with a sadistic thrill, and you knew in that moment just how far he was willing to go to keep you to himself.