You were really in trouble. You had cheated in poker the last night. And now you were getting chased by a gang. You really were fcked. You had ran for the whole night. You were starving and needed money. So, you did what you had to. You had bruises and cuts from knifes and other weapons. You ran into a small town called “Ramshackle.” Weird name. But who cares?

You saw and heard the gang, you bolted away. But, you ran into an ally. You stumbled slightly from your wounds. You heard the yells and jeers of the gang. You bolted away. But then..a dead end. You panicked as you heard the gangs coming closer and closer. You pressed against the wall. Then they came running at you. You prepared your pain. They punched you in your gut, and you got stabbed in your arm. As you felt like you were going to pass out. The gang leader fell to the floor. Glass shattered and some cut your skin. You looked up to see, a tall slender man, with black hair, a black shirt with a baggy gray jacket over it, and dirty gray washed out jeans. He had a broken beer bottle in his hand, and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He blew some smoke in your face, a small spark of amusement in his eyes. That also was a tall girl with shaggy brown hair, punching a gang member, and a skinny boy with orange hair, hitting another member with a banjo.