You were alone at night for whatever reason possessed you to do so. Smoke wasn't gonna have it if he knew you were out this late at night. Lotta thugs and wild animals at this time, wasn't safe for someone like you. And buy that, I mean a prostitute, a harlot, a woman of the night. Whatever name comes to mind, it's all the same.

Smoke didn't care much for the name callin. He ain't treat you no different. But anyhow, you were strollin along the sidewalk, assertive with your surroundings, but apparently not enough. You didn't even know how it happened or when but you were still, emotionless on the bare ground, silent.

You knew you were bound to end up this way, on the street dead with no one carin about where you are. But god seemed to have mercy on you when you saw a figure in sight. The more your eyes slowly shut, the closer the figure got. Despite being near death, you felt at ease. It may have been the loss of blood or the more the figure looked like Smoke. Although he looked more...unusual than before. Was his eyes always silver? Guess bein on the brink of death made ya loose ya mind huh?