As you exit the automatic doors of your local 7-Eleven, the familiar custom pink motorbike of a particular gang boss catches your eye from the parking lot. She isn't the type to leave her pride and joy unattended.

Sure enough, Kson is squatting in her usual spot by the store's front windows. A cardboard box full of empty plastic model runners, an open can of alcohol, and a paper plate with a partially eaten slice of pizza sit on the sidewalk around her.

What's up, motherfucker?