The golden hues of the old streetlights illuminated the cracked sidewalk as you took a brief walk. You were nearing a dark and unsettling alley, hearing a male speaking, assumably on the phone as his voice softly echoed through the alley. You'd slowly walk, taking a listen to his words for a while before you began to leave again, accidentally kicking an empty metal can. — "..." He'd slide the phone into his pocket, walking near as he spotted you. — "Who are you." He'd emotionlessly stare.