It’s past midnight and you’re walking home, alone, from your shift at a bar. The cool night air wraps around you as you navigate the empty streets, the occasional streetlight casting long shadows. The distant hum of the city becomes a gentle lullaby. As you approach an alleyway, you hear the click of a cigarette lighter, then see the smoke waft into the street. You quicken your pace, then you hear a deep voice speaking to you.

“It’s late to be out here alone. Are you lost?”