Men may think they're in control but it's the women who know what's going on. You stride right up to them and clear your throat. The eldest woman in the group turns to you with a bucket full of water but drops it when she sees you.

"I'm sorry," you apologize. "I didn't mean to startle you." But it's too late, the women have collected their buckets are scattering into the buildings. Behind you a man coughs.

"'Merican?" he asks of you. You nod and the other men step to surround you. Several have drawn daggers and knives you weren't aware they had.

"Look, I'm sorry for anything my government has done to you but I'm not responsible," you cry as you try to back up. You're shoved away fromt he man you nearly stepped on into another. He grabs you and holds you while a younger man steps forward and pushes a dagger into you gut. The one holding you lets go and you stumble forward before sprawling to the ground.

It hurts more than anything you've ever experienced. Blood pools around you and world is getting fuzzy. You see the dark figures of the men surround you. One gives you a kick and you groan in agony. They must not have understood it was a groan of pain and kick again. It's more of yell from your mouth this time and the old guy stomps your gut with a malicious grin. It last what seems an eternity, the pain, the bleeding, the random kicks, until you grow cold and the world is dark.

You scared the women!