Chapter 1

You walk down a crowded New York street. A cold wind blew, and you pull your coat tighter around yourself. You slip off the busy street and down a small alley. I hate living in New York, you think. Always run, run, run. Go, go, go. You are so deep in thought that you don't see the men walking up behind you. "Well, well, well. What do we 'ave 'ere?" a large man said, who appears to be the ringleader. The others laugh and form a tight circle around you. "W-what do you want?" you ask, your voice shaking.