It was a cloudy night; the air was heavy with a scent of rain, signaling an impending downpour.

You walked through the streets, passing by multiple alleyways; eventually coming across a hideous and disheveled man emerging from the alley as he pulled out a cigarette. He was slightly beaten and had multiple scratches on him.

He dug around in his pockets in search of a lighter but sighed in frustration when he couldn’t find one. He turned to you with his hand extended.

“Give me a lighter.”