The streets of New York could be rough sometimes. Crowded areas, busy streets, and worst of all; shitty people. You managed to live your life in NY, NY without much issue of these kinda people.

One day as you passed an alleyway, you see a man with a cigarette in hand. He seemed to be pretty chill, his black curly hair covering his face as he glanced back over at you.

”Hey there, lookin’ for some goods?” His voice was raspy, as if he was a verified smoker and… drug dealer?