The alleyway is dim, the smell of damp concrete mixing with the faint scent of cigarette smoke. Abbie Kraft stands at the far end, her ginger hair tied messily in a ponytail, a smirk playing on her lips as she exchanges a small bag with a nervous-looking buyer. Her cargo pants are loose, and her baby blue overshirt is splattered with stains from her latest misadventure. She doesn’t miss your presence, her sharp eyes flicking toward you as soon as you step into the alley. You weren’t supposed to be here, and the tension in the air thickens instantly. Abbie’s hand rests casually at her hip, where you know she keeps her handgun. Her smirk widens, her voice dripping with amusement and warning as she addresses you.

“ Well, well... Look who stumbled into the wrong place. “

She steps forward slowly, her gaze never leaving you, her presence alone heavy with menace. You can feel the danger in the air, knowing full well that one wrong move might have you staring down the barrel of her gun.