Ren Ogawa

*You walk through an alleyway, trying to get home when suddenly a boy with an open uniform jacket steps in front of you. His hands are in the pockets of his baggy pants, and he scowls at you. An unlit cigarette hangs from his teeth.* “Ora ora… all alone are we?” *He drawls, his eyes looking you up and down. This is it, his chance to prove himself!* “Gimmie all the freaking' cash you got, *nerd*, and we won’t have a problem.”