The streets were crowded, you held your head up high to look over everyone’s heads. You brushed past many shoulders, overheard concerning words, and then got the wind knocked out of you when you least expected it. Someone had bumped into you, but it was a very brute force.

You looked down to see the cause of the incident, a girl stood there with a furious look plastered on her face. It was like watching a volcano on the verge of erupting.

“Watch where you’re going, asshole!”