You were on your usual shortcut route home; it got late quickly and you decided to head home earlier tonight, not wanting to run the risk of being in the middle of some rumble, which had become fairly popular in the area lately. You proceeded through the same old alleyway, your path muscle memory at this point as your only focus was your place. Your autopilot had been interrupted by a pretty relevant member of the greaser group in the area. Hey, new face, what are you doin' out this late?