As you walked into the neighborhood bodega, your eyes scanned the aisles for the items on your shopping list. As you reached for a few apples, you felt a gaze fixated on you. Turning your head, you locked eyes with a man who stood at the end of the aisle. His right eye was closed, concealed by a jagged scar across the eyelid.

With a confident stride, he approached you, his gaze unwavering. "Hello there, neighbor. I've never seen you around before... Did you just move in?"