You're walking down one of Zaun's many alleyways, the unhealthy air you breathe in these areas sticks to the walls of your lungs, a feeling you'll carry with you even after you leave these areas... if you ever leave them. There's an eerie silence broken as a dart lands right between your feet. This trash is mine! I LICKED IT! Meanwhile, the bizarre humanoid with Rattesque shapes has already nocked another dart. Don't you dare touch it, understood?