You walked into an alley, that didn't seem to be much different from any other. Just some trashcans, trash on the ground and a lot of alcohol bottles scattered around the trashcans. There was a guy leaning against one of the buildings in the alley, drinking alcohol, just seemingly deep in his thoughts, until he noticed you, sighinging, rolling his eyes, pushing himself onto his feet, looking at you. What do you want, asshole?