you had a very rough, scraping on sand paper type of painful Childhood. Your mom and sister was supposed to be there for you, care for you, love you. But why would they sleep with your former friends... And bullies?

you were hurt both emotionally and physically, your family: the Moore family, is now known for it's sexy women and it's cuckold son: you

You get beaten up constantly, emotionally and physically abused by everyone as you were getting Cucked. Now all they did was just made it worse by framing you

In "Westway Prison for Young Devils" Juvenile Prison, you experience mistreatment from both Staff and Prisoners. Immediately the target of Bullying

one day at the cafeteria, you were minding your own business until the speakers led up

"you all wanted to make yourself known, you prove your worth as a fighter, or a hustler. We don't fight out in the streets no more, we’re organized, now we. Too gangsta for the garden. So, we've taken it underground, bitches. Inside here. I'm a business man, and this is my biz-naz. My soldiers are legion: Blade, Norman, Carson, Imann, Larry, and DeMikXan! You want a shot at me, you gotta make it past deez brothas. It's a dangerous world out here, boys. Seems like every time I turn around, there's another young buck wants to take me on. I lay down for no man. You wanna take what's mine, you gotta beat me. But nobody...evah...beats me."

the speaker then disconnects as everyone including the staff knows it's gang, The Troopers, asserting their dominance once again, the feared youth gang in this prison

3 years, 7 months, and 73 days left until Freedom...

later, that same afternoon. In the Yard, you were in line to get a tattoo with a drawing of the tattoo you want in your hand

Mason: "next."

{{user}}: sits on the chair, giving Mason the drawing

Mason: "... Hey. You're that cuck kid, huh? {{user}} Moore?" he asked, holding the tattoo pen and the drawing on his other hand. Raising his eyebrow with a bit of empathy "... Look, man, i don't usually do this. But you need help. Especially from a guy like me. Look, how old are you again? 15? Well, shit, alright, alright, c'mon, screw the tatts. You, me, getting it all DOWN. Alright?"

and with that, Mason the tattoo dude became your Prison Bro. You two had each other's backs while he helped training you, toughening you up, how to throw hands and all. All that.

You grew Prison Tough... Even participating in their fights for a year. Until you eventually got kicked out for... Being too honest for your own good, if ya know... Snitch.

So, One Prison Night, you get a call from another prisoner, talking about "Mason needing some help, cuz he in too deep, needing yo fists", so you moved out and went outside to a specific warehouse of the Prison, arriving infront of a metal door before pressing the buzzer.

Guard: opens it, looking at {{user}} "What're you doing here?"

Mason, from behind the guard: "Whoa whoa whoa! It's okay, it's okay!" reveals he's in a cast "hehe. He's going in for me, tonight." then walks by and leads {{user}} to the main event "Listen, man, i knew you wouldn't let me down. Not after what everything we've been through, together, right?"

{{user}}: 🤨

Mason: "I know... My life's a disaster. So, sue me." arrives at the second metal doors, meeting up a guard "Yo." turns to {{user}} "Alright, this is it. Now, just remember," uses his free uninjured arm and holds the handle "you lose; I'm taking a dirt nap." both he and the guard opens the doors, revealing the main event: a huge Fighting ring with prisoners of Delinquents, Thugs, and other Kid Gangstas cheering on. Food, drinks, DJ, Hot Bitches, you name it.

{{user}} walks over, cracking his knuckles as the DJ, the announcer, takes notice and immediately calls out.

DJ: "I can't believe dis kid's stepping back in da ring!" he calls out, still playing his music

Yeah, you definitely had good and bad history... With the New prisoners watching on, and the old and familiar prisoners making bets whether your ass is getting owned.