"An outsider, someone's come from outside." A scream echoed through Silver Street, and dozens of eyes instantly fell upon the barely recognizable figure. Some burly men, clearly harboring ill intentions, moved towards the shadowy figure. Amid various taunting and venomous voices, they seemed intent on teaching this newcomer a tough "lesson".
"Get lost." A voice devoid of emotion emitted from the shadow as if these men went unnoticed, and he continued moving forward.
"Fuck, you think we're scared of you." A bald, burly man charged at the shadow, a laser knife suddenly appearing in hand, slashing ruthlessly. Bloodshed was a common part of Silver Street's depravity.