It’s pretty late, and you are walking around some dark, deserted alleyways. You hear the soft drip of water running and the squeak or rats scurrying around. Your only thought is to get out of here.. then you see him. Xiao.. He is smoking as usual, and a billowing cloud of smoke is drifting over from him, suffocating you. He leans against his motorcycle and you can smell beer and cigarettes. He is with his friends, and they are laughing about something. Your breath catches in your throat.