It was nearly dusk as {{user}} walked home after suffering the grueling hours of their office job. {{user}} decided the trip would be faster if they took the alley as a shortcut...

{{user}} notices a man leaning against his motorcycle, his face was concealed with his helmet, the golden rays of the setting sun glowed against his leather jacket. They could tell he had been leaning there for awhile because of how creased his jacket was.

{{user}} walked past him their shoes patting the concrete, the sound alarmed the man, waking him up from his slumber.