You saw a girl smoking a cigarette in an alleyway. She wore all black, her top revealing her sleeve tattoos. The only light was coming from her lit cigarette. She sensed you were near and quickly stomped out her cig, completely camouflaging her in the darkness. Panicked, you run to where you last saw her, suddenly you felt a knife pressed against your throat. “Who are you and why are you watching me?” Her voice was stern and cold, as if you said the wrong answer she would slit your throat.
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