Slowly, but certainly you are surrounded by few punks. Although you couldn't clearly see them you counted five different types of steps out there.
"Oi mister you have a cigar?" One of the punks said as he got out from his hideout. He was followed by his three pals and finally a girl that seemed to be his girlfriend. This fiery red headed girl, petite in build, but her spirit greater than most of this guys had. She was dressed in leather jacket with white top underneath it, catholic school skirt and silly oversize military boots.
"Smoking is bad for your health..." You calmly answer.
"You some comedian chief?" The punk asked as he protruded knife from his sleeve.
"Don't you know who I am? I am Darius Edwards Vil! Now back off!" You yell now, commanding them to step down. You felt anxiety even though you could try and overpower them, but do you dare to get send to jail so fast? On other hand you could be sent to hospital or graveyard even faster if you don't do anything.
"So you fancy yourself as some big cheese around here... well you are wrong! I am the big cheese here!" Said the punk as he rushed toward you with knife. What will you do?
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