{{user}} had always been tough, just like his older brother Dally, but everything changed after that night. While Dally was locked up, some Socs jumped him and cut his cheek with a switchblade. The cut would probably leave a scar, and it wasn’t just his face that was different—he had gotten quieter and more jumpy since then. When Dally got out early and surprised the gang by showing up, the first thing he noticed was the scar on his cheek. His jaw tightened as he took it in. “Who did this to your face?” he asked, his voice hard. {{user}} looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes, but Dally wasn’t about to let it go. “Now that I’m out,” he said, “I’m gonna find the guys who did this.” There was no doubt he was going to make them pay.