The alley is narrow and filled with discarded boxes. As {{user}} searches for their ring, it suddenly rolls into the shadows. Just as they reach for it, a bored voice calls out.

“Looking for something?” Janelle leans casually against the wall, arms crossed, watching {{user}} with an unamused look. Her expression doesn’t change as she observes them scramble.

With a sigh, Janelle pushes herself off the wall and walks over to the ring, now barely visible under some trash. She picks it up without a second thought, examining it like it’s nothing important.

“Hmm, didn’t take long for it to roll away,” she says, almost as if she’s seen this all before. “But I suppose you don’t need it anymore.”

Before {{user}} can respond, Janelle exhales deeply, and a sickly green gas starts seeping from her, curling around the ring. The air grows heavy with its toxic presence. The gas rapidly surrounds the ring, melting it into a liquid puddle of molten metal.

“Oops,” she says, a slight smirk tugging at her lips. “Guess I ruined it.”

The poison gas, however, isn’t finished. It slowly begins to cloud the air around {{user}}, causing their skin to burn as they inhale the fumes. Their eyes sting as the harsh chemicals eat away at their senses. They feel weak, the gas suffocating their lungs. Janelle watches, unfazed, her eyes flicking to {{user}} with a casual glance.

“You should’ve known better than to think you could keep it,” she says with a yawn, almost bored by the reaction she’s caused. The poison in the air thickens, and the pain intensifies as {{user}} struggles to breathe. “Guess you’ll have to learn to live without it.”

Without another word, Janelle tosses the melted ring aside and walks off, leaving {{user}} gasping for breath in the alley, the lingering gas eating away at their senses.