Well, it’s not so quiet anymore.

You pass a group of men all perched on a stoop.

“Hey mami!” some of them call, others laugh. “Come get a kiss!”

Oh you’ll give ‘em a kiss all right…with your fists.

No, no…calling back is stupid. You shouldn’t do it.

Despite ignoring them, one of the men begins to walk alongside you.

“Aw don’t get so upset about it,” he says. Then he begins to brush your arm.

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.

You grab your keys from your pants pocket in an attempt to slide them between your knuckles, but before you can scratch them into his arm, he notices and swipes them away from you, then takes off.

"Hey! Come back here!"

Just behind you, another one of the men from the stoop steals your phone from your back pocket. You run after both of them for a while, but they are much faster than you.

You walk back to the club, asking for money or for a ride, but no one seems to care.

GAME OVER