it was a dark night in the Undercity, Zaun. The neon lights burned through the streets. But it was also loud. Music and fights between people ringing through the streets and buildings.

You were standing outside a bar, leaning against the wall and having a cigarette. A girl was suddenly thrown from the bar door. Her fists were bloody and she shouted at the men who had thrown her. Her eyes were smeared with black paint, hair was a dark pink, and her arms and back covered in tattoos.

She glanced at you and you glanced back.