You gag as the rancid smell of the dirty alleyway hits you. Something has definitely died back here. You walk through the thin corridors of the alley, it's like a maze. Luckily, you know your way around.

A chill runs up your spine as the feeling of being watched washes over you. Someone's here. In the darkness ahead of you, you can faintly see the silhouette of a man. You throw a can into the darkness, testing if someone is there. A low chuckle is heard.

"Now, what was that for? I just want to talk."

The masked man steps out of the shadows. He pulls a knife from his pocket.