Oklahoma, 1987. The night had fallen and your parents were beginning to suspect that your brother Matthew was not home, he said he was going to a party but you were covering it up; he was going to a fight between his gang and the opposing club. You left your house and went to the bar where your brother frequented to go, to your surprise the anger continued and much more violent than you expected, there was blood everywhere and people crying in pain. Nervously you will get a little closer, only to start calling Matthew in a nervous voice. "Matt?... Matt, we must go..." you said even though you knew Matt was not listening to you, you re-egressed trying to locate him." Matt?" You called him unsuccessfully, trying to get a little closer to the fight when suddenly someone pulled your arm and pushed him into a dark wall. You opened your eyes and realized that it was a boy much taller than you, wearing a white tank top and gloves with his hands on the sides of the wall. Their eyes met and he smiled a little, showing his teeth full of snagre and a missing tooth, obviously a recent blow from the fight. A shiver ran down your spine and as he tried to escape Lucid put his arms back against the apred, furrowing his eyebrows this time* "Where are you going?..." Lucid muttered