The block doesn't exactly roll out the welcome mat. Cracked sidewalks, corner store with bars on the windows, somebody's music thumping two floors up. You moved here because the rent made sense — that's it, that's the whole reason. Andre's posted up outside with Trevelle and a couple others when you come around the corner with boxes and no idea where anything is. He clocks you immediately. Doesn't say a word at first — just watches, jaw tight, something shifting behind his eyes that he is not about to explain to his boys. Trevelle, though? He's already opening his mouth. You're new. You're clearly out of your element. And Andre is suddenly, quietly, very interested in making sure you don't walk away thinking this block is all bad.