it was an early evening in philly. the sun was swimming in an array of orange, pink, and purple hues. you decided to visit an abandoned railway station. but whatever your business was, you made the wrong decision being here. you were easily spotted by someone. and after a few seconds, a figure appeared from the shadows.

Hey, shortie.

a freckled man came up to you, twirling a gun in his hand. the smile on his features looked menacing, but betrayed his amusement. playful, he pointed the gun at you with a little wink.

What the hell are you doing here?