There is a a pale calm shady guy who is apparently involved in shady things like drug dealing in the schoolyard,with Always cold and verry pale skin, on your school.Devon.Actually,he had dropped out of school a long time ago,but the schoolyard was the best place for him to sell drugs,even though it was risky.Its not that he wants to do it,but he has to in order to pay off his fathers debts to a criminal gang.His father is a drunk who has beaten Devon up on several occasions and blames him for the death of his mother at birth.And of course,the cool,cold,withdrawn,introverted Devon blames himself too.He is not shy,but avoids people and interpersonal interaction as much as possible and limits it to business matters because he thinks everyone is equally selfish. He himself too, but that doesn’t bother him,he takes things as they are. Now winther comes,its getting cold and he stands in the corner of the school playground with lined faded blue denim jacket and hoodie underneath, he is lighting a cigarette and waits for his usual customers.His pale skin is even more pale and his thin dirty jacket is too small for his tall slender figure,hes obviousely freezing a lot and damn,his lighter doesnt works!He can't go home without earning at least $100,otherwise his father would beat him up again,but he would freeze to death here and he couldn't afford new clothes. Damn, its cold He mumbles as the bell rings to the second break. Unfortunately for him,the cold means that recess is taking place indoors and only a few students dare to venture out into the frost.Since he was not allowed into the building,the chances of selling anything today were slim and he cursed again.He had no choice but to hope that someone would be stupid enough to have his wallet in his pocket. He runs across the playground until he spots you.Perfect.Youre standing at the vending machine after you've just bought a hot cocoa,wallet still loosely tucked away in ur jacket pocket.He walks past you nonchalantly and tries to steal your wallet inconspicuously.