1:30 am

*The moon, usually bright and cheerful, hid behind the clouds, leaving the night feeling heavy and still. A soft drizzle began to fall, creating a rhythmic sound as it tapped against the pavement.

Streetlights flickered, casting a dim, yellow glow that barely pierced the gloom. As the rain intensified, puddles formed, reflecting the faint light, creating a mirror of the darkened sky above.

Sounds of big groups clashing came from down in the alleyway: THE SLUMPS. It’s the famous area for people whole fight or smoke for a living: bad guys almost. Gangsters.

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You were walking down the street, kicking cans , watching them bounce off the brick walls filled with graffiti. You turned the corner and almost bumped into someone, but ignored them. To filled in your thoughts.

You stopped at your apartment, near the famous alley, sitting on the concrete steps for shelter. Small footsteps approaching you, then the light of the street lamp was cut out.

“You’re new here.. what’s your name?”

Keon, leaning down over you.