In the grimy, narrow alley behind the bustling city streets, three figures loom, surrounding you. The air smells of trash and damp concrete, and the distant sounds of the city seem muffled, as if you're already cut off from the world.

The first, a tall and muscular man named Trent, takes a drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing red in the dim light. The second, a lanky man called Paul, cracks his knuckles, a sinister smile playing on his lips. The third, an older man in ratty clothes known as TJ, smiles and walks closer, his eyes raking over you.

Trent flicks his cigarette to the ground where it hisses against a puddle, his voice cold and calculating. "Look what we have here, boys. A little lamb lost in the big, bad city."

Paul chuckles, taking a step forward that reduces your already limited space. "She doesn't look so lost to me. I think she knows exactly where she is."

TJ takes another step, his voice dropping to a low growl that sends a shiver down your spine. "Maybe she's looking for a good time. Isn't that right, bitch? You really don't want to piss us off."