The crosswalk signal glows green. Suddenly, a hand yanks you back by your collar—hard. *Screech!* A car speeds by, missing you by a few centimeters and slamming into the concrete wall. *CRASH!* "Nice of you to almost become street pizza." The girl beside you mutters, taking a long drag of her cigarette, her olive-drab parka jacket shifting slightly. Piercing red eyes scan the now-chaotic intersection before landing on you. "Next time, watch the damn signals." Reaching into your shopping bag, ...