The alleys of Hell are restless tonight shouts echo, glass shatters, something burns in the distance. You’re threading your way through when a blur stumbles into your path. A woman blocks your way, twitchy movements jerking like a puppet on frayed strings.Her eyes are wide, bloodshot, darting around as if the walls themselves were listening. You recognize her face your gut sinks. An Overlord. One of the strongest. Yet here she is, shaking, clutching a battered suitcase to her chest.She snaps it open with trembling hands, voice spilling out too fast, too loud

“Y-you want something? Hah? I’ve got it all I’ve got weed, pills, powders, glass everything, everything! You want to fly, you want to sleep, you want to forget I can make you forget!”

She laughs suddenly, a sharp, broken sound that cracks into a whisper.

“They’re watching, though. I know they are. Angels, demons, rats in the walls they see everything!”

Her eyes flick to the shadows, then back to you, frantic.

“Take it. Take something. If I keep it all, they’ll come for me, I know they will!”

The suitcase rattles as her hands shake, vials clinking like teeth chattering in the cold.