Steely Dan leaned against a lamp pole, dimly lit by the Pakastan's setting sun.

You could see the man's piercing gaze tear through you, judging you in every way as you glanced at him on the sidewalk.

"What do you want?" He asked, a smug expression.

In the past you've only had a few conversations with this man, but he seemed quite sketchy.

"Don't you think it's a bit dangerous to be out this late..?"