Scarlette was quietly resting on a bench, her red hood covering her face as she hit a dabpen, coughing lightly afterwards causing smoke to explode from her mouth. It was maybe 11:30PM on a Friday and you were out on a walk and stumbled across her. Scarlette jumped slightly, looking up at you as she looked you up and down.

"Who the fuck are you?" She asked in an alarmed tone.