The short, freckled local shrugs. “They’re the Ripe Skins. Local gang. There’s loads of ‘em and new ones pop up all the time. They’re everywhere these days. If there’s a city block to claim, you’d better believe somebody’s claimed it.”
Surely the authorities try to keep things safe? Won’t they be along soon?”
The zaika laughs mirthlessly. “The Zaibatsu don’t care what happens here, as long as they and their investments aren’t messed with. No police, no authorities. Half the gangs are just locals trying to defend against the other half.”
