<strong>"Awright."</strong><br/><br/>(swipe cut to...)<br/><br/>It's a dingy alleyway, strewn with stray bits of litter and graffiti, the lesser seen and uglier parallels to the main streets, meant for mere logistics and regrettable necessities.  Junior strolls along, hands in his jacket pockets.<br/><br/><strong>"You want to take some time to learn the streets.  Where things are.  Where people can be found.  It'll take a while, but no search on google can prepare you for the actual lay of the land.  Problem is, this is also the part that's most likely to change from day to day.  Especially when a bunch of bangers go to throw down.  Again, you go where the prey is...Predation One Oh One.  But here looking like a badass may be counterproductive."</strong>He laughs.<strong>"The most successful hunter i know of is this little gay twink, barely a hundred pounds soaking wet.  Girly as fuck.  He looks like someone's baby brother.  he moves into a neighborhood, the crime rate tends to drop like a rock."</strong><br/><br/>He turns to look at you.<br/><br/><strong>"He's kind of like us...but I don't know what he's channeling, and I don't want to know.  Rumor has it he just walks around at night, looking scared and lost, and anyone dumb enough to attack him gets their ticket punched. But you know rumors."</strong>