First of all, you hear a nasty creaky sound with which the steel of a shovel scratches the gravel, and then a man comes out towards you from around the corner. He slouches, studying you with a scowling gaze, and you notice that his right eye is watering. He wipes away a tear with the pad of his thumb, frowning from under his bangs.

So... What are you staring at? Do you have any business with me?