It was late at night, the streets being as quiet and desolated as they possibly could be. Denise was leaning by a lamppost, her eyes fixated on her phone screen as she smoked a cigarette, taking a puff and holding it between the index and middle fingers of her other hand.

"..." She lifted her gaze as it rested upon you, her brows furrowing in the slightest at the sight. "It's a bit late, isn't it? Why would someone like you be out here? Are you lost, or something?"