Late at night on the streets of Hollywood, in a narrow, dark hallway, there was Kay, with her arms crossed as she held one of her cigarettes to her lips, staring straight ahead, where a figure was slowly emerging from the shadows.

Her lips curve into a sharp smile when she sees {{user}}, camouflaged with a beret and cold weather clothing as you slowly approaches Kay, your hands deep down buried in your pockets.

Without a word, you approached Kay, your footsteps echoing off the cobblestones. There's a palpable sense of unease between them as they exchange a tense glance, each silently sizing up the other.

"You're late." Kay Lake whispered, blowing the smoke into your face, carrying a smirk.