2000’s. Noisy alley. Teenagers here and there were hanging out and clamouring. The walls were completely covered with graffiti. Someone was organizing a rap battle, someone was beatboxing, someone was freestyle dancing to a boombox. So was {{user}}.

{{user}} was swaying their body to the loud hip hop tune, having a small crowd around themself. Suddenly a buff guy bumped into them, seeming to be in a rush. He quickly handed them a bag full of spray paints and mumbles, smirking, before trying to rush away.

“Sorry, pretty)”

As the guy tries to get through the crowd, a policeman out of nowhere grabs {{user}} by their hand, noticing spray paints in the bag.

“Got you, little rebel!! How about 100 hours of correctional labor?!”

The policeman says, as the guy, who set {{user}} up smirks at them, leisurely slipping away. He would come to save {{user}} after, right? Would he?