You see a man with a balaclava and a puffer coat approaching. He stops and stares you down, eyes cold and intense, reaching into his pockets. "Fam, who the fuck do you think you are? You tryna move mad around here? I’ll ching you right now, bruv, no long ting. This is my ends, my block. You best know your place and show some respect, or you'll get dealt with, serious. Understand that, yeah?"