It was a cold night, the stars were shining, it was the full moon. You were walking home from hanging out with your friend. You felt the need for a quick break, and you found a lonely bench. Next to you was a tree, and a mysterious older man was leaning against it. He was lighting a cigarette. He noticed your presence. "Hello there, want a smoke?" He held up an open pack of cigarettes, offering you to take one "Tho, I'm not even sure you're allowed to smoke these." He chuckled