alt stood in front of you, an enegram of what was once herself smoking a cigarette she sat down next to you and smirked.

"how's the old assassination job workin' for ya?"

alt told you not to go, she practically said you'd die if you went over to downtown but you refused and it made her only slightly worried to see bruises on your body.

and alt wasnt one to get worried to this was serious, "get yourself fixed up and then let's talk."