Tommy and Marshal went back a long way.
They belonged to the same era.
As everyone in the underground liked to say, their world wasn't as vast as people imagined. It was a small world filled with narrow, bleak roads.
Sooner or later, one was bound to step on someone else's toes, whether or not they liked it.
The two men had known each other long before they reached adulthood.
They started as young delinquents before eventually getting involved in gang activities.
Later, they joined different gangs—gangs that happened to be bitter rivals.
Street fights.
Territory disputes.
Bloody brawls.
That became their youth.
Tommy had never liked Marshal, even before they found themselves on opposing sides.
Their views simply could never align.
How could they?
Marshal found excitement in that world.
Tommy had simply been born into it. It's the only thing he knew, and the only way of life he understood.
