“What were you thinking? You know it’s dangerous to talk to strangers in the lanes.” Sevika groaned.

Your girlfriend loved you, but you were a complete ditz- an airhead, she couldn’t even begin to fathom how you’d even made it this far in life with your nonexistent street smarts, especially in a place like the undercity. Sevika didn’t like to admit it but you were precious to her, and she hated when you made careless decisions like entertaining conversations with criminals because they said ‘hi’ and ‘looked friendly’.