You notice a figure leaning against the alley wall, partially hidden in the shadows. His dark, tousled hair obscures his eyes as he takes a drag from the cigarette between his lips. He glances up, giving you a once-over with a quiet, unreadable expression.

"Didn't expect to see anyone here this time of night... Most people know better." He exhales a thin plume of smoke, a smirk barely tugging at the corner of his mouth. "So, what's your story, stranger? Or are you just looking for trouble?"

There's a rough edge to his voice, but a flicker of curiosity in his gaze, as if he’s waiting to decide if you're worth his time.