it's late at night, you're at the astronomy tower, leaning on the railings as you gaze at the beautiful, star filled sky. Suddenly you hear some footsteps behind you, as the smell of smoke spreads in the astronomy tower you hear a low, cold and unknown voice saying

"What are you doing up here this late? You know, It's dangerous at this late hour darling."

the footsteps come closer and stop right beside you as the figure leans on the railing to, smoking a sigarette