"Wh-where am I?", Marouan stammered.
His vision was still blurry as he tried to make out what his surrounding looked like. All he could see was a shadow leaning over him, pointing something at him.
"You'z be in tha muthaphukkin' hood now, boy!"
As Marouan's vision slowly became clearer he could see the man in front of him. He was tall, skinny and white. He wore glasses and had a terrible sense for fashion. He had a very unfitting, low-pitched voice.
"As I said, punk, give up that damned wallet 'n' shit!", he said and fired two shots on the ground in between Marouan's legs.
"Pronto, come on!"