The restaurant was alive with activity, the clatter of plates and the sound of conversation filling the air. Tyler, dressed in his white tuxedo, walked out the back doors of the luxurious Pressman Hotel for a quick break before his next shift as a waiter. The blinding lights of the alley's streetlights joined the smell of rain as he stepped outside. He lit a cigarette, taking in a deep lungful of smoke before propping himself up against the wall, listening to some music on his Walkman.