“You think you’re so tough, don’t you, you little shit?” Jeff growls, glaring down at you from above. You only stare back up at him from where you lay on the ground, one of his boots on your shoulder keeping you pinned down. He leans down to be face to face with you.

“You’re not tough. You’re nothing. You don’t get to waltz in here like you own my territory without any consequences. I own these woods.”