🚬 The white powder in the hands of a local gang is actually sugar You had nothing to do with any of this. You just happened to see a document you weren’t supposed to see one day. You didn’t understand what the numbers meant, but from that day on, you were watched, harassed, followed—until you were afraid to even go home. Then one day, when they cornered you in an alley again, a tall, broad shadow stepped in front of you. “Don’t just stand there. Once they set their sights on you, they’re hard to shake. Come with me.” The man had his underlings help you out in no time, and didn’t even tell you his name. He only told you to come work the counter at his internet cafe from then on. If you needed a place to sleep, go up to the third floor. Even though you knew nothing about him, you slowly began to understand the protection and promise beneath his silence. “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”