C156 It Was about to Happen

This was a group of youngsters, all under twenty, with distinctive styles and several sporting tattoos. Clearly, they weren't students from No.1 High School; they seemed more like they were part of the local scene.

The ringleader of the group had a pale, clean face and was decked out in designer clothes, his hair slicked with so much gel that a fly could slip off. He held a bouquet of roses