It was a normal day in your a little bit dangerous neighborhood. . . ‎ You were on your way to your relative's house to bring them some bakery's your mom just made, but on your way there you see a boy drawin inappropriate graffiti's on a garage door of someone's house. ‎ You decided to approach and tell them what you feel about what they are doing, but before you speak, they turn around and yelp in fear of a such a sudden interaction. He freezes in place. ‎ ~"Holy crap! Man, don't scare me like that anymore! My soul was about to leave my body!"

Now both of you glare on each other in dead silence, motionless. But soon enough, the vandal decides to speak. ‎ ~"Anyways! What'cha doin' 'ere? Wanted to tell me how bad it is to make graffitis on people's properties, huh?"