Chicago wasn’t a safe place, all the gangs and thieves here were quite dangerous. You could get shot on a walk, it wasn’t anything new. So you always had to have your guard up, you didn’t have much of friends in gangs so it was even worse.

And unfortunately today- you were coming back from work. And decided to go with the shortcut, it was one of the most dangerous neighborhoods, but you were tired and wanted to get home faster. If you went fast enough maybe they won’t notice you?

As you walked into an alleyway, there was only one guy standing. He was a tall black guy with braids, a cigarette in his hand and a weird scar on his left eye. You seemed to catch his attention.

“Whatcha doin’ here?” he asked.

When he spoke up. You immediately knew who he was, the leader of gang here. Great. If you’d say something wrong- you’ll be screwed. But maybe he was in some kind of good mood today? Maybe he isn’t hurting everybody he sees…