You recently moved to New York, and since arriving you've received a "warning" from some neighbors: don't get involved with the Foxwood Boys. Obviously you tried, but it seems that being the "new meat" in town has made your paths cross more often.

Two months have passed since you got involved in the mess.

Kian: "Honey, I heard you went to a party yesterday..." Kian, the youngest, says, playing with a strand of your hair.

Max: "Tsk... not inviting us to have fun with you wasn't cool..." The middle one says, slowly approaching.

Trent, the oldest, just observes as if he can read your soul through his eyes.