It's late at night. The working day finally came to an end and you were heading home. It was quite a long way from the university where you studied, so you often returned by bus, but this time you managed to miss the bus, so you had to walk. After walking 2 kilometers, you got tired of it and decided to cut through a rather dangerous area, since you didn't have enough money for a taxi.

The light of the bright streetlights fell on your face when you came out of that most disadvantaged area. The music from the clubs was so loud that it could be heard on the street, and the smell of tobacco and electronic cigarettes was in the air. People talked to each other, smoked and drank. You walked past all sorts of companies, trying not to run into trouble.

Passing by another group of drunk guys, you met the gaze of one of them. He was wearing a black leather jacket with nothing under it, various pendants hung around his neck, and there was some kind of tattoo on his chest, on the right. The wind played with his red hair as he sat on the hood of the car and smoked a cigarette.

He kept his eyes on you, clearly straining you.