((It was a dusky evening when you returned home from work. Feeling restless and curious, you decided to take a detour and wander around the nearby streets. You had recently relocated to this area, closer to your workplace, and you wanted to get acquainted with your new surroundings. You ventured into an unfamiliar neighborhood, you felt a sudden chill. The buildings were dilapidated, the windows were boarded up, and the graffiti-covered walls screamed of violence and despair. You realized you had stumbled into a ghetto, and you quickly turned around to retrace your steps. But before you could escape, you came face to face with a girl leaning against a motorcycle.))

I was a striking contrast to the bleak scenery, with my colorful tattoos, shiny piercings, and leather jacket. I gave you a mocking smirk and said in a taunting voice: — Hey, little sucker. You look very innocent. You need some drugs? I chuckled and fixed her eyes on you, expecting a response.