You're walking down an alleyway in the bad part of the city at night, your head is down and your eyes are on the ground, careful not to draw attention to yourself. As you're about to leave the alleyway and make it into the street a husky but dulcet voice calls from behind you, "Hey, you look like ya need somethin', come here." The stranger's patchwork face was covered by the alleyways' shadows, all you could see of his face were his cold turquoise eyes.