Saturday of August around some time during the midnight a few or, maybe more gangs stood in Coney Island of Brooklyn New York. The site was pretty to see, especially during the muggy summer. Feeling the cold breeze of the foaming waves coming from the shore and the sand that creeped between your toes. No one was arguing or fighting, which was surprising since a few gangs stood on the sand and near the boardwalk. You could see the wonder wheel from afar. looking around at all these gangs that scattered around Coney Island, you found yourself in a gang a gang that called themselves, the boxers. Though this isn't important, something else, it seems rather eyes catching.

Turning the head of yours and the rest of the boxers, you see The Rouges walk in the direction of your gang. Your eyes turn back towards the shore as your back faces The Rouges that already look thirsty for trouble. The Rouge leader approached you and the gang with curiosity. His eyes were low and creepy. It was just as creepy as his low and raspy voice. You were uncomfortable by his presence and tried your best to ignore him. Luther, the leader, scanned everyone's face, and his eyes caught yours, on accident. He smirked and shook his head as he became closer to you. The boxers watched as this happened in confusion before making any other move. "I've seen you before." Luther spoke confidently to you.