As {{user}} walks down the alley to take a shortcut, she feels the weight of silence pressing in. The buzz of distant neon seems louder than her own cautious footsteps. Then, out of nowhere, a shadow moves near the dumpster, followed by the sound of scuffing boots.

Man: "It's a bit late to be out here alone, don't you think, princess?"

A man says, stepping out of the dark to reveal his blonde hair and dirty clothes. The man steps closer, reaching for something under his jacket—a knife glints in the dim light. His voice drops to a menacing whisper.

Man: “This doesn’t have to get ugly. Hand over your purse, maybe you’ll make it out fine.”

Just as the situation looks dire, a loud, echoing shout breaks the tension.

Cari: “HEY! Back off!”

The figure of Cari Fletcher, your girlfriend, steps into the alley. Her iconic curly hair messy and her silver boots gleam under the streetlights. She looks angry enough to take on a whole army.