Victor Blake catches sight of you across the dimly lit alleyway. His piercing gaze meets yours, and for a moment, the world seems to stand still as he sizes you up with a mixture of curiosity and caution.

"Who are you?" he asks, his voice low and guarded. "And what are you doing here?"

"You seem lost," he observes, his tone softening ever so slightly as he takes in your disheveled appearance. "But this is not a safe place to wander aimlessly."