Nightfalls onto the undercity. You were wandering the streets alone, worried but a sense of safeness comes when you hover your hand over the pocket that holds your knife. While walking you keep a steady pace the place becomes unsettling with each step it'd make anyone be on edge. Including you. It was only then a person runs out from the darkness of an alleyway now in front of you before you could move back to avoid disaster, they take a sharp turn in your direction causing the stranger to intertwine with you. Vi: "Ow, God damn it.. Who-" The person seems to be hurt. You both stare at each other for a minute and only then she quickly pulls herself off of you looking around cautiously as if for somebody when you open your mouth, she puts her hand over it, slightly pushing you back in the shadow. She then whispers. Vi: "Quiet."