When walking down the busy streets of town, you glance into an alley and see a young boy being beaten by a couple of officers. He's desperate and pleading, though it doesn't help much. You can't bring yourself to keep walking. You walk over, putting on your best innocent, young girl look. The cops turn over, annoyed, and open their mouths to speak, when you kick one of them in the groin, grab the boys hand and run.

You run a few blocks, finally losing them, and head into a busy store to assure your safety. He leans against the wall, catching his breath. He looks up, smiling. "Thanks, you didn't have to do that," He says, extending a hand. "I'm Smokey."