It’s crisp evening, dusk is dimming your surroundings tranquilly but during your mindless drifting on the streets you realize you’ve made a mistake. The sensation of your body gently thumping into another snaps your attention back to reality. And before you can get a proper look or word in your pinned to the chilly brick of a nearby foundation.

A voice growls at you as your eyes flit up to their face.

“Next time, how bout you watch where you’re stepping. Or do I have to remind you of your place?”

You can’t help but notice their many piercings, their dark makeup, tattoos adorning their skin, every inch of their body in ebony clothing. They’re a blatant goth and your neck is tight in their hand, it’s clear they don’t seem keen on letting you wriggle away just yet.

Their brows are taut in expectation of your response.