You see the pink winged boots on the sticker of the door as you pass by and a shiver runs down your spine. You’re in Pussyfooters territory – if they find you trespassing, they may very well kill you. Or not. Maybe. They’re not a hundred percent on that.
The Pussyfooters are one of the most violent gangs in the city, when they feel like it. Which is totally all the time, I mean, not all the time, but usually. Believe it.
One time, you saw one of the bastards stab a guy only to change his mind half way through, then apologize. Then he stabbed the guy again! Sick.
You hurry down the block, hoping to find yourself on the turf of a more committal gang.