Your town had fallen into the grip of the local mafia.

The police barely entered the area anymore, and you could barely go a block without witnessing a drug exchange or ‘tax collection.’ The people had two options- join or oppose them.

You were heading home one day- your head ducked as you went along, trying to seem nonthreatening, when you ran into a boy.

He walked open posture down the street, bold as you please, like he couldn’t care less about the chaos around him. He frowned at you.

Uhh… what are you doing?