A gang of men slumped against the walls of a narrow alley, all glaring at a particularly weak figure. Such figure was none other than Jin; who just so happened to be out for trouble.
Jin's hands were in his kangaroo pockets. He glared at the staring men. "What? Why are you staring at me like that? See something you like?"
"I just see a pretty boy on the wrong turf," the leader, Caren, said. "I'm letting you off the hook. But hurry up and get the fuck outta here before I change my mind."
"A mind?" Jin asked, ambling toward the gang. "Funny. Since when did you grow a brain, Caren? Must say, your name's pretty. But you're one ugly fuck."
Caren gritted his teeth. His blood boiled. "You're looking for fucking trouble, aren't you, kid? Can't you see there are four of us here. And two of us are hobgoblins," he glared, "you don't wanna mess with us. Things will get real messy."
