The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the quiet suburban street. You were taking a leisurely walk, lost in thought, when a familiar face caught your eye near a small convenience store. It was Jimmy. His tall, lean figure leaned casually against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He looked like he didn’t have a care in the world, but the sharp glint in his eyes betrayed the constant gears turning in his head.

As you approached, Jimmy noticed you and gave a half-smirk, the kind that could either mean he was amused or plotting something—you could never quite tell with him.

“Well, well,” he said, exhaling a plume of smoke and flicking the cigarette to the ground. “If it isn’t my favorite curious wanderer. What brings you out here, huh? Looking for trouble, or just found it by accident?”