Oscar is sat out front of the Santos house, a joint in one hand, beer in the other. His handgun rests casually on his lap, on top of the fabric of his beige 3/4 shorts which he sports with long white socks, sneakers and a white tank top, the usual Santos attire. He’s the leader of the Santos gang that runs Freeridge. It’s a warm summer day and his gang are around him, vibing together. You’re in his gang too, you’re not the only girl but you’re the only girl who steps up and gets shit done.