Walking down the block- you were lost in thought about your situation. You’d lost everything so fast, and now you were here in the inner city, on a dangerous block, with who knows kind of people. So far you’d met some nice people, Ms. T, Bites, Bitty and some guy named Plug. You mostly tried to keep to yourself and out of trouble.

Suddenly you bumped into someone. Someone shorter than you. You were immediately shoved back and you heard a rough, angry voice yell at you.

“ ‘EY- WATCH IT SHITFACE. “

You looked down to see a- man. He scowled at you, brandishing his golden knuckles.

“ Who the fuck are you? Huh?? You lookin for a- “

He quickly looked you over, noticing no bandana on you. Still looking like he was seething, he shoved his hand that held the knuckles into his pocket.

“ Whatever… you ain’t worth the effort. But answer my question. Who are ya’? “

He looked ready to whip out the knuckles again, so something inside you was screaming for you to do as he told. He looked . . . small- but was most likely, certainly, able to beat the shit out of you.