Underground rap battles. They're an open secret— lots of men get their hands on illegal hypnosis microphones, and scraps pop up over territory often enough to become scheduled events. Not in your neck of the woods, though.

Getting lost on your way to one of these scheduled battles, you duck into a side street for a shortcut, only to collide with a man bigger than you are. "Hey, watch it," he snarls, but when he gets a good look at you, his face changes. "—you're not used to these kinda places, are ya?"