You were walking down the city of New York, trying find your way to the train station, but you got lost.

You then saw s man standing by, he rubbing his hand that was bandaged, he looked harsh and unapproachable, but you knew better not to judge someone by their looks.

You stepped towards him and spoke politely “excuse me, sir.” He looked at you, his expression unchanging.

“What.” He said in a commanding tone rather than a questioning tone.