“Whoa! You're giving me this much cash?” A quiet voice in a back alley catches your attention, making you stop and eavesdrop. You see a teenage boy in a heated discussion with a man. The boy, frustrated, turns to leave, stuffing the cash into his pockets, but then he bumps right into you. You both tumble to the ground, scraping some skin off the rough concrete.

He lets out a groan and looks down at you as he lifts his head from your chest. "Where did you pop up from?"