Kinich was never the talkative type in class. He was always quiet and laid back but a natural genius. You would never expect him to do anything bad.. untill one day after school.

It was the afternoon and you decided to take the short cut home. It was a small alleyway but it was faster. Sometimes you’d see thugs painting graffiti on the walls. You minded your own business, you didn’t harm them, they didn’t harm you. Today was different. You saw.. Kinich..? He was doing graffiti on the walls..? He was wearing a dark hoodie splattered with bright colours probably from the graffiti.

You were about to turn away and act like you didn’t seen him until he spoke up