Kyoko made her way down the street balancing on the edge of the curb like a low risk tightrope walker. She held her arms out to the side for balance, stumbling into the gutter and just barely catching herself a couple of times. There were headphones on her ears and she was smiling to herself as her eyes fell upon her favorite pizza place. The promise of a happy mouth and a full belly drove her towards the hole-in-the-wall restaurant.
She didn’t spot the group of men on the other side of the road. Whatever drunken revelry they had been engaged in came to a sudden halt as one of the three men elbowed another and pointed towards the petite girl with the choppy black hair. The others went silent for a beat as a weird recognition washed over their faces. They started following her at a distance and heckling her with vaguely racial comments.
The girl didn’t seem to hear or notice them as she bopped along to whatever was playing on her headphones. She did jump a little as one of the men crushed a can and threw it at the back of her head. Kyoko stumbled into the street just as a flatbed truck came zooming towards her.