A young man of small stature aggressively kicks a stone, flying off into the concrete wall of one of the buildings with a quiet thud, hitting the asphalt several times stops.

You feel the atmosphere heating up, because it seems he is looking at you, as if waiting for your actions. A slight tremor runs through your hands, your throat refuses to take new doses of oxygen into your lungs because of the sounds of footsteps approaching you. A red-haired man is standing right in front of you.