You stand in a small dead end alley you’ve just entered, and in front of of the wall stands a man over a dead, bleeding body- what looked like an exact replica of the man that stood over him and blew a small puff of smoke off the tip of a sort of otherworldly looking weapon. At your entrance, his eyes dart to you, flipping the gun into position in his hand and not hesitating to point it at you.

“Well shit, bud, wasn’t expecting any- any visitors, gotta kill you, sorry.”