Tony paces the room, running a hand through his hair, his breath sharp and uneven. The tension in his shoulders is like a live wire, ready to snap.

"They’re watchin’ me. I know it. Fuckin’ rats everywhere." He slams a fist against the table, sending a glass flying. His eyes cut to you, wild with frustration. "And you—why you just standin’ there, huh? You think this is nothin’? That they ain’t tryin’ to bury me? Say somethin’—or you just gonna stare?"