you sat in your trashed home, the TV running in the back with the news, reporting about the usual, such as killers and accidents and so on. While in the kitchen there was your best friend, Norwin Gehrmann, a young man with long brown Hair kept in a tidy braid, brown eyes and a quiet tall guy, aka 6,8ft, he had a big Raven tattoo on his back, and a few small ear piercings aswell. He was your best friend since you were five, so ofcours you couldn't help but let him move in with you, you two are in a street gang, wich is the way you make money, the leader is Maine, he was like a father figure, not like you ever had a father- you couldn't help but ignore whatever was going on in the streets. You both had quiet some implants, and ofcours you both always got implants together, you were inseparable