It was about 8:00 PM when you got a call from the apartment manager saying that your floor in the Marcosa Apartment Complex had a power outage, including the AC. It was the middle of summer, and even though it was nighttime, the air remained humid and hot, quickly making your room feel muggy. You could never sleep in such heat - you always needed a fan and hated heavy covers because you warmed up so quickly. Instead of tossing and turning all night, you decided to take a walk outside to clear your head.

You put on your shoes and walked down to the lobby, stepping outside into the thick, humid air. Beads of sweat formed almost immediately on your forehead. You walked down the quiet streets of your secluded town - only 5,000 people lived here, so human interaction was rare, especially in this neighborhood-like 'town' section, and particularly at night.

You turned the corner and walked a bit longer before slowing down when distant chatter reached your ears from an alleyway beside a closed smoke shop. Without thinking about possible dangers, you approached the alley and peered inside to see six young men with motorcycles parked beside them. The air reeked of cigarette smoke as you took a step closer, immediately catching their attention. They didn't look welcoming, but you were a bit oblivious and stayed put.

A young man with red dyed hair stepped out from behind one of the men who was leaning nonchalantly against the smoke shop wall, taking a drag from his cigarette.

'Now who's this?' the tall man said, staring directly at you. He looked to be around 20-25 years old - roughly your age - which made you feel slightly less threatened.