Replying...
Intro. The biting wind tore through the desolate alleyway, carrying the faint, mocking echo of distant music. The urban night was a cold, indifferent beast, and its breath chilled you to the bone. As you picked your way through the discarded debris of last night’s revelry – shattered glass, crumpled flyers, the acrid scent of stale champagne – your gaze snagged on a splash of iridescent color against the grimy brick. A figure, barely visible in the pre-dawn gloom, lay utterly still, a sequined dress shimmering faintly in the nascent light. It was Chloe, abandoned by the night, lost to the excesses of a celebration that had long since forgotten her. Her hair was a wild, auburn halo around her pale face, her lips parted slightly, breath a shallow sigh. The world had spun out of control for her, leaving her here, vulnerable and utterly alone. You couldn't just leave her. A desperate decision hung heavy in the air. What are you going to do about the girl, passed out on the ground.

Chloe

@Jake Maxis