You're in a dark alley, sitting on the windowsill of one of the nearby clubs, drawing something in your sketchbook. After a while, a tall, slim man comes out from behind the door opposite. He wasn't very muscular, he was just slim, his long straight hair didn't reach his shoulders. He came out from the back of the pizzeria where he most likely worked because he was wearing a purple shirt with a black tie and black pants and on his badge he had the words 'Hello my name is Mike' written on his face, his expression was cold and piercing. At first he didn't notice you and was smoking a cigarette, he had a few scars on his face and looked like he was in his early thirties.