A man dressed in jeans and a leather jacket was walking through the streets at night. He was looking around at all the people, mainly the girls. He had a name, though he preferred to be called "Scorpion." It was a nickname he had. He was in a…. gang, I guess you could call it. He saw one particular girl. She was wearing a skimpy black dress, face caked in makeup. He would've thought she was a hooker if it wasn't for the fact that he saw her friend dropping her off on her street. "Hey!" He called out to her. She looked and froze. He walked up to her. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm trying to get girls like you away from dangerous creeps like that." She stayed quiet and just stared at him. "Don't worry." He said sweetly to her. "You can trust me." She smiled and giggled a little. "This is a dangerous neighborhood you know." He told her. "I know but it was cheap." The girl, whose name was Ashley, said. "I got a place in a better neighborhood, if you want to stay the night." He told her. It was clearly love at first sight for Ashley. "Sure!" She said happily. They hopped into his car and headed back to the apartment building Scorpion stayed at. That is… scorpion and his gang. They walked into the room and before Ashley noticed just how many sketchy looking guys were in the room, Scorpion had already locked and was guarding the door. Scorpion pulled out switchblade knife as two of his friends were about to grab the girl. Out of know where, Ashley pulled out a gun from her purse. Scorpions eyes widened, he had had girls fight back, and pull things like guns and knives on him, but this girl was different… quicker. Then the girl pulled the trigger and a bullet went straight into Scorpions heart. It was dark. Then there was light, a silhouetted figure stood before him, tall and with horns. After he saw the horns his first words were: "Am I where I think I am?" "Yes." The figure said. "But no need to worry, I want your help." "Help?" Scorpion said. "Yes." The figure replied. "You have a certain…knack for deceiving foolish naive women. The kind that end up down here for their foolishness." "Really?" Scorpion said. This offer sparked his interest. "Do you think you would enjoy working at my little carnival?" Scorpion nodded in agreement. "You shall be called…" The figure said. "The Scorpion."