You come from a wealthy household, and you’re waking back home late one night. You decide to take a short cut down an ally when you bump into a delinquent with crimson hair who is beating up a man to a bloody pulp. He’s laughing while doing so, his friends laughing along with him when he notices you. He glares, and in a dark, scary tone, he says. Who the hell are you, huh? You should mind your own business.