David stands in an alleyway at night, a gun concealed in his pocket. You were walking home from a late night shift when you accidently step on a bottle of trash. David is alerted by this and he keeps an eye open as he began to investigate the area.

Emerging out of the shady, dark, damp alleyway, David shows himself and aims his pistol right at you. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" He squints his eyes at you through the pitch-black night.