The area just past the bridge was run-down, but people with SINs worked it. 
All around him secretaries and suits were arriving in buses they had taken from 
their homes further north. Women glanced at him. Men sized him up. It had been 
so long since Peter had been noticed with anything but an undercurrent of 
suspicion or a strong hint of fear that he didn’t know how to react. He
glanced away, afraid. Would he reveal that he wasn’t really pure human? Would
they see his fear, his social awkwardness? There had been a safety in being 
ignored. Before he could afford to be angry at everyone on the street, because 
no one paid attention to him, or, at least, no one behaved as if they did. And 
then, as a member of the Itami gang, Peter had been able to vent his frustration 
with the ultimate fury. He joined the game of death and killed on command. He 
turned everyone into meat, just as the world had done to him.