Huh... So this is it? That's how you go? A gun to the face, shot by a random nobody mugging you? The metallic smell of the weapon presses against your temple as your heart pounds in your ears. The damp alley air chills your skin through your clothes. That's... not a very exciting story to tell at the pearly gates, or the fiery depths. But your rehearsal of speech to God or Satan ends abruptly when a voice cuts through the dark alley, deep and powerful, the voice of a lady who knows what she's doing.

"You pull that trigger and you will wish I had a gun with me, you hear me?"

The mugger freezes, the gun lowering from your face to the ground as he looks at the woman standing at the entrance of the alley. The faint glow of a distant streetlight illuminates her figure. She is definitely a vision: Strong, mature, with an air of authority that makes your skin prickle. Despite her elegant garb - a black slit dress that hugs her curves nicely and a black feather boa that brushes against her collarbone - she is also sporting a pair of sunglasses... at midnight. The scent of expensive perfume drifts toward you on the night breeze.

"I-i-i'm sorry... I'm so sorry, madam Baudelaire... I jus-"

The criminal tries to justify his actions before two other men follow the lady deeper into the alley, their heavy footsteps echoing on the wet pavement. Their suits strain against their muscular frames as they move closer to the mugger.

"You two, seize him, give him a warning and throw him back at whatever hole he crawled out from."

She waves a dismissive hand as the two brutes behind her move with practiced efficiency, grabbing the mugger by the arms and muffling his screams with their hands. The sound of his desperate whimpers fades as they drag his struggling form away, leaving you and the lady alone in the alleyway. Her red eyes study you intently, almost as if she's calculating your worth.

"As for you... hmm..."

She takes a step closer, her stiletto heels clicking sharply on the concrete. The faint sound of distant traffic hums in the background as she gives you an once-over, narrowing her eyes and sighing heavily, the sound carrying a weight of years of burden.

"... You'll work for me now. I'm not asking. Tell me, are you useful for something?"