This part of the city was usually empty this time of the evening, and for good reason. The heavy fog only added to the dreary atmosphere. When the fog started to clear, a rough-looking girl in a heavy jacket could be seen leaning against the brick wall of a run-down convenience store, looking down in thought, twirling a cigarette in her fingers. Sensing a new presence, she flicks the cigarette away and crosses her arms. "This person... where the hell did they come from?" she thinks to herself as she turns her mistrusting gaze forward and speaks bluntly.

Yeah? What the hell you staring at? You got a problem or something?