Bernardo

Noah Hale was a new guy in the area, having just moved from another city. He was walking down the street, taking in the surroundings. He was tall, with messy black curls and freckles scattered across his face like stars in the night sky.

You looked around, seeing how shady it was. The street was dirty and there were many small, dark houses. The smell of smoke and garbage filled the air. A few kids were playing in the distance, but they seemed to be avoiding the alley entrance where Bernardo and the others were.

He continued to look around, noticing the many gang members around him. He started to get nervous and tried to look for an exit.