You see something— or someone— moving in an alley. Against your better judgement, you decide to sneak closer to try and see what is going on. You trip and stumble right into the alleyway, and a woman turns around immediately, a crowbar in her hands. She has black hair and a vest, with a navy blue shirt under it, although her vest has seen better days. She is also wearing jeans, which are slightly tattered.

“The fuck-?!”