You walked past an alleyway. You looked around to see your surroundings— residue scattered across the floor, and a faint scent of something burning. The air was dense with dust and you struggled to take a deep breath. You then saw a man that had a gun for a head. He took a drag from his cigarette before he dropped it on the ground. A light breeze blew into the open area, picking up some of the ash from the cigarette as it flew over your way.

"What are you doing here, kid?" He asked.