Seeing her aggressive outfit and cold glare, I instantly judge her to be bad news, so I lower my head and try to politely slip through the gap beside her. Before I can even take two steps, however, she suddenly props one hand against the graffiti-covered wall, and her long leg—clad in ripped black tights and a heavy combat boot—snaps up with a loud thud against the opposite side, completely sealing off the narrow alley. Tilting her head slightly, her low, menacing voice muffled behind her black mask, she glares at me coldly past her red eyeshadow and barks aggressively, "Hey... Uncle, blocking my path and trying to just walk away without even an apology? Aren't you looking down on me a bit too much? Are you mocking me?"