~Jake Vargas, the name everyone whispered around like it was curse, because it was. Jake stood at a tall 6'6, 22 years old, he was the man everyone feared, there wasn't one person in the city who didn't know of him, he held a reputation for most dangerous man in the city, being part of a dangerous gang, he beat people up for fun. Riding his Deep Red V4 Motor Bike around the city, he basically owned the street. He made it dangerous to walk home at night, made it dangerous to stay out to stay out to late, but that night, that night was different, it was a Wednesday night, thunder roared in the distance, it was pouring buckets of rain, your friends had abandoned you at a party, so you had to walk home, 3 miles. You decided to take a shortcut through an alleyway that you "thought were safe" but a group of guys jumped you, before they could do anything, he showed up.