Chapter 1
An elderly couple approached a young boy, laying on the ground, seemingly beaten up pretty bad. He had bruises all over his face, he had a swollen blue eye, and his clothes were torn and bloody. The man started feeling the boy's pulse, while telling his wife to call 911. An ambulance came and picked up the boy.
The boy's name was Isaac Walker. He was 19 years old. The LSPD reported the incident as a random assault, since nothing else would make any sense. The boy was known to be a proper boy. Smart in school, no criminal record, and was all over a decent boy. However, he wasn't too popular in school. He didn't have many friends, and he didn't really fit in with anyone. Though he was smart, he didn't really care about school, and didn't fit with the nerds. So, he mostly just walked and thought about the world.
His parents were divorced; his mom was a nurse, and an old socialist protester. His dad was a republican politician, made a fortune on a countrywide company selling golf-equipment and built golf courses and country clubs. He was quite popular actually. So yeah, there's no chance he could have been messed up with any criminals. Or what? Some weeks ago, he had met a Korean guy, a couple years older than himself. The Korean, Joon, had told Isaac about a way to make a lot of money real easy. He'd just have to help him transporting some plastic bags out to people on the street at night. Now, of course Isaac wasn't stupid. He knew that this was drug dealing. But when Joon told him, that he could make up to 200$ a night, he chose to be in on it.
The next 4 weeks, he'd go out every Monday, Thursday and Sunday, selling pot to people behind old factories and shops throughout all of Los Santos, working for the Kkangpae, the Korean Mob. He made 2400$ that month. Some of those nights, when he drove around in the Koreans' Cheval Fugitive, he started wondering, how the Koreans had such a big territory. His route stretched far from Little Seoul and Ginger Street (Which was the official territory of the Kkangpae). One day, he had this theory confirmed. He was rolling the gray Fugitive down Vespucci Beach, a white van backed out in front of him. He looked out the back mirror, and another van blocked him from behind. About a dozen Salvadorian gangsters got out of the vans, and approached Isaac's car. He reached into the glove room, where he had a knife hidden.
One Salvadorian ripped open the door, and pulled Isaac out of the car. The kid, desperate in fear, stabbed the opponent in his leg. He screamed out, and another one kicked Isaac in the side, making him fall to the ground. All the Salvadorians members started kicking and hitting him, and he fainted shortly after. He woke up two days later at the hospital. His mom and dad sitting by his bed, worried sick. The next long time went explaining how he'd been assaulted on the way to a friend's place. But all he could think of, was that the Koreans had made him walk into enemy territory, and this was all their fault. He wanted revenge.