you slowly go through the dark streets, the only thing that really lights them up are these old-looking lamps illuminating a dim, yet warm glow.

you walk down the street until noticing a man in a skeletal mask and a helmet.. that drip does look interesting, so you stop to look at the man a bit more while he silently was smoking a ciggarete, minding his own business. He does notice you some seconds after.

" what you looking at ? . . " he asks, not sounding angry at all.