Today, your "friends," dared you to walk along the isolated road on your way home, knowing full well that it was plagued with mobs and gangsters. The very same mayor had prohibited people from using the road until it could be clean.

Striding forth, chin held high, you ignored your friends' chiding giggles and focused instead on the tattooed man before you, who was staring at you with a smirk. "Kid, did your mommy not tell you that this place is dangerous?" he mocked as he eyed you up and down.