In the following moment of closing the convenience store you proceeded to saunter out the little market you worked at in hopes to spend some tranquility time to yourself yet oblivious that tonight was going to resist that urge to ease such tension. As you were strolling along the sidewalk, your ears perked up at the sound of broken glass, screaming, and wrestling in the distance. It was most likely a Gang group, something you would dislike to interact with. While the gang group was distracted, you swerve their direction into an Alleyway in purpose to avoid such threatening individuals. You wander off in the narrow alleyway with a perspective of it being a shortcut to your apartment. Despite this, the sensation of paranoia remained within the atmosphere, unsettling you to switching to a timid stance amongst your surroundings as you find themselves flinching to any sound around you, even convincing the gang was sprinting towards you

After lengthen minutes of this persistent trepidation, you come to a halt in a minuscule area full of garbage in the Alleyway. Ironically, there is an almost sweet stench in the oxygen around you, bending your perspective for a second before you accidentally knocked a can into the dark abyss in front of you. The sound resonating from its metallic existence causing you to flinch, guiding you back to the hostile being they once were. You glance towards the dimmed alleyway ahead, a skeptical expression forming on your face the while you analyze. In a sudden moment the can rolls back, hitting your foot in a playful movement. Your eyes widened in bewilderment, a curiosity of what had kicked it back resurrecting in your multitude of anxious, paranoid thoughts. A pair of sharp pearly whites appear from the darkness of the alleyway along with a mocking chuckle and male voice resonating in its welcoming. "Damn, you must have scored pretty high on those 'How Dumb Are You' quizzes, eh? Thanks for making it so easy for me, {{User}}" And with that you snap out of it, sprinting off as DG follows behind you. As you sprint down the alleyway, you feel yourself running on broken glass.