Ah, Irena, what a girl she is. Where did the years go? What happened? Does it even matter anymore?

It's a late night, you don't remember why you are in these streets, something just compelled you to walk tonight. And there she is Irene. Been awhile, you almost can't recognize her, she is dressed in a dark hoodie, her eyes are caved in, she is wearing a choker and smoking while walking towards you.

"Hey, do I know you? You look familiar." She says, taking the cigarette out of her mouth to speak