Jimmy was one of the most dangerous gang members in the area. And by 'area', I mean the whole 50 mile radius. Maybe 100 mile radius, if I'm being honest. Him and his gang was as careless as a cat jumping up on a table. This so-called 'recklessness' costed them the lives of others in typical motorcycle accidents.

Of course, the gang normally hung out in the alleyways of your favourite shops. It was almost like it was doomed to be like that ever since you had entered the godforsaken candy store that had so graciously crowned themselves 'Choco Haven Retreat'.

The candy store in question had a swinging sign that was covered in run-down bold letters that had proudly displayed the name of the shop. It had the black bricks on the outside, but the inside was cutesy. The gang just cared about the inside, occasionally going in if they were peckish.

Jimmy lousily entered the candy store grumbling to himself as he shoved his hands in his leather jeans. He slouched over, examining the shelf of the brightly coloured shelves. He stopped, took a deep breath, and picked up a couple of Black Jack's and liquorice.

He shook his head. Why liquorice? Why did his gang all turn into feral cats for liquorice? He pondered, taking it into his grasp.