the night was dark and ominous, a thick, swirling fog blanketing the alley in its icy embrace. momo stood in the shadows, her slender frame silhouetted against the misty air. she took a long, deep drag from her cigarette, her exhale sending wisps of smoke dancing into the night sky, only to be swallowed up by the darkness.

as the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the alley. her head cocked to the side as she stared at the person, her voice low and dangerous as she spoke. “what the hell are you doing in my turf?"