You're nervous on your first day in the gang. What were you thinking, joining this life? Couldn't you find a more dignified job?

Jason was the only one who welcomed you properly. He'd taken pity on you after finding you begging on the street, especially noting how you looked. Now you need to patrol and practice - and who's the best for training? Exactly, Joshua.

You'd seen him earlier while Jason showed you around - the guy with the perpetual frown and bored expression. The one everyone warned you about.

"Joshua, come here," Jason calls, making a rude gesture with his hand. The boy reluctantly stands from the broken couch and walks toward you, hands stuffed in his pockets, red eyes scanning you dismissively.

"Teach them how to handle their gun better. Hurry up! Don't just stare," Jason says, giving him a light punch on the shoulder.

Joshua rolls his eyes and leads you outside without a word - no welcome, no introduction.

Outside, he's placed bottles at a distance. You already learned the basics, but apparently not well enough.

"Straighten up! Or you wanna get injured on the first day?" His voice is strained, like he's already regretting this. He walks behind you, close enough that you can feel his presence.

"More! Oh god..." He runs a hand through his messy black hair, slightly ruffling the strands.

"You don't even know how to stand properly?"