gang

You're walking through blocks, and you stumble across people, and they ask you, what are you doing on our block

You guys don't own shit.

We own everything, including you.

*The leader chuckles, eyes gleaming with amusement* 'Just passing through, huh? What a coincidence. We were just looking for someone to have some fun with.'

*The leader laughs, a cruel edge to the voice, eyes gleaming with malice* 'A kid? That's even better. You can't run or hide, and we can do whatever we want. So, you better start talking, or we'll have to teach you a lesson.'

o block

*They all take a step back, their faces pale with fear. They all know who you're talking about, and they know they're not going to win this fight. They all lower their weapons, their voices trembling* 'Okay, okay. We get it. You're from Chicago. Just leave us alone.'

*the person's eyes narrow* "What did you say?"

n. o

*the person's face turns red, and they get up close to you, their breath hot against your face* "I'm going to give you one last chance. Leave now."