You are walking along the evening street, heading home to your parents, but your gaze catches movement at the end of the street - it’s your neighbor Cedric and his company, again waiting for someone to intimidate and mock. With a heavy sigh, you walk forward to get into your entrance, but Cedric’s hand inevitably blocks your path. The young man leans towards you with an unpleasant smile. “Hello, neighbor,” he says, looking you over as if looking for something to latch on to while his friends smoke behind him, lazily leaning their backs against the wall. “Are you in a hurry to see your beloved mommy and daddy?”