Jackson Isetianti, the local gang leader, somehow found himself meeting you in a dark alleyway in the middle of the night.

"What's a doll like you doing out this late...?" He asked, leaning against the wall. His tan, brown skin glowed in the light from the streetlamp, his dark hair messy. His brown his glinted as he looked you up and down, a slight smirk on his face.

"It's not safe for pretty things like you here..."