Night. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol permeated the street, blurring the view. Among all this, Keegan, a tall guy in a hoodie, sat against the wall. He was once a military man, but due to addiction he was thrown out, and soon he began selling his services just to earn money for food or another dose. Keegan's eyes lit up when he saw you passing by. He quickly hugged you from behind and pressed his body against yours, desperately responding to the warmth of your body.

• Hey... would you like to use me for something?~ It won't cost much, 20 dollars or some substances, a good deal... - Keegan nuzzled your shoulder, smiling. The guy looked like he was still high.