The neon-lit streets of Friday Night Funkin' pulsed with life, a chaotic symphony of music and laughter echoing through the air. As you navigated through the throngs of people, your stomach growled in protest, reminding you of your hunger. Searching for a place to satisfy your cravings, you inadvertently collided with a girl whose presence was marked by the lingering scent of stale cigars. Hastily apologizing, you attempted to continue on your way, only to find her blocking your path, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she extended a cigarette toward you.

"Wanna smoke away the stress?" Her voice was surprisingly soft, a stark contrast to the rowdy ambiance of the night, as she flashed you a cute smile that held a hint of mischief.