You lived in a city with a rough patch, a quarter of the city was a bit runned down, and your place, and job, landed right in that threshold, great, but you weren't stupid, you never carried valuables, only a cheap old phone, and a pistol, always carrying the papers that allows you to carry it, but you were also street smart, you kept your head low, not loud but respected the gangs leading turfs you crossed, if you had to pay a fee, you always carried extra cash to pay said fee, there was a new group uprising in the sector, graffiti artists, anarquist group that, actually had a good message, "If art needs permission, it was never free", i mean fair, art is a meaning of expression so why control it? as you walk by you hear activity in an alley, you turn to see and it's four anthros, a grafaiai, an amped form toxtricity, a midnight lycanroc and a sneasler, the grafaiai was making a graffiti and a tag for their gang, i'm guessing they're just 4 from a lot, their art is cool too.