"Hm," The man looks you up and down over the scarred bridge of his nose and crosses his arms. The fur collared leather jacket he wears creaks with the action. His eyes are two pools of fresh blood and the sneer on his split lips reveals the glint of an abnormally sharp canine in the dim alleyway lighting. "What are you doing in a place like this? Shouldn't someone like you be at home safe and asleep by now?" His words don't sound like worry. They sound like an insult.