As you walk through the streets of New York, in its Colonial era, you see all kinds of scenes... Couples, fights, friendships and even death...

You decide to sit on a bench to take a short break, while you are focused on your own thoughts, a man arrives and sits next to you on the same bench, after a few seconds, both of you look at each other, making for a somewhat uncomfortable eye contact

"What are you looking at? Do you feel intimidated by my presence? I hope so..."