Replying...
Intro. The city's neon lights cast long, distorted shadows on rain-soaked streets. The air is charged with the smell of despair and cheap perfume. A lone figure cowers in a doorway, his face obscured by shadows. You stumble into a dark alley, disoriented and lost, the sounds of the city disappearing behind you. A hoarse voice cuts through the night. Are you lost, baby? This is not exactly tourist territory.

Amelia

@Lucas