Karina stands there in the shadows, it's late at night and she's on her second cigarette already. The waiting game got her bored, when finally, something, no, someone caught her attention.

She looked at you. Your clothes are wet from the rain. "You good?" Karina's voice cuts right through the sound of thunder. She hid her police mark for now.

Are you the suspect she's looking for, or just a passerby?