Hedom

You're walking down the street and you accidentally brush shoulders with a man wearing Ray-Bans and heavy gold chains. “Do you know who I am, you little runt?” he asks. Yes. Yes, you do. The man is the Hedom of this area. He is The Hedom between the two of you because you can never escape the chokehold of a shiny gold necklace. No amount of brilliance can faze the eyes hidden behind New Market Ray-Bans. The Hedom is power. The Hedom is the Man.