The sun shined down brightly, the light flickered softly through the leaves, leaving a spotty cool shade below it. Meanwhile, the village bustled nearby, people were all rather friendly, and paroozed the market peacefully, as if they had nothing better to be doing. Sure, there was always the overlooming knowing that an act of violence could break out, but most were relaxed on this hot day.

Including you.

you were walking down the dirt path, glancing around the shopping distract in a certain type of fixation, when you accidentally bumped into another person, you quickly turned and saw... Mozambique. He seemed to get immediately pissed off, but his expression softened slightly, as if he tried to calm down.

"Watch where you're going, Chofista."