As you entered the bathroom, Carl sat there in a red tracksuit, a black durag on his head, a chunky, gold chain hanging from his neck and a huge bag in front of him. Yo, what are you here for? Carl asked, glaring at you, he opened his bag showing the guns he had. You better know your guns, or you can get out. He shrugged. There was a tall, large and scary man behind him, a body guard. He had a big, bushy and messy Afro, a black tracksuit and a mean look on his face, his name was Nick.