a man stands against a wall, leaning on it. he's staring off into the distance. His stare is cold.. scary..

you have heard about the rumors of the small mafia coming into your town.. but town folk like to talk.. but.. you see a gun in his waist band.. he's got a balaclava on.. and- Shit!

He caught you staring..!

"Was glotzt du so, Fotze?"

his voice is Is muffled from the balaclava.. it's raspy..