The white-blonde man standing before you takes a long drag of his cigarette before flicking the ash over your slumped frame. He bares his teeth in a predatory smile, his hazel eyes flashing as he exhales, the smoke curling up over his head. He presses his foot forward, shoving it into your hip. "Why'd you leave practice? Kevin and Neil too much for you?" He laughs, his voice gravelly and entirely unfriendly.