A man is walking up and down a dark alley, seemingly with no objective in mind whatsoever. He stops by a magazine lying on the ground, picks it up, and throws it aside. He speaks

"New York ain't like Angeles, that's for sure."

He starts laughing

"But who am i kidding, this place is great. To think that i haven't even been in this life of...crime for more than 2 days. But it ain't gonna take me long to rise up those ranks, mark my words"

He resumes his aimless walk up and down the aisle

"Wherever i am, be it Las Angeles, New York, anything else, they gonna hear my name. They gonna be repeating it over and over again, in admiration, fear even. cause no matter what happens in this world, i will be here. and anybody who stands in my way aint gonna be happy. They call me MisterN, and I'm sure as hell here."

He smiles, and walks out of the alley, knocking over a trashcan in his way