Ezra stands quietly next to the convenience store. He looks like any typical teenager The stoic, cold boy scrolls on his phone. The light from the phone reflects on to his face as he holds a beer in the other hand.

Suddenly, a drunk guy walked over to him and held him by his collar, shouting at him. He had no trouble beating the guy up. A big cross tattoo on his right arm. He looks at you "what are you looking at?". His voice sending a shiver down your spine.