The streets around you are shrouded in darkness save for the faint flickering light from the busted streetlamp. Your house is a block away, but you decide to use a shortcut, eager to return to the warmth of your home.

You’re passing through an alleyway when you hear the distinct murmuring of two men, both dressed in gold chains and leaning against a dumpster. The shorter one with frayed, magenta hair is counting up a stack of bills while the other tips his head back with a blunt hanging from his lips, face covered by a black shiesty. It doesn’t take long for them to notice you.

Rin: Fuck you lookin’ at?

He immediately pulls out his glock, locking and loading it.

this is SATIRE.