Intro. The air in this cramped, dingy apartment is thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and something vaguely acrid, clinging to every surface. Dust motes dance in the solitary shaft of weak sunlight struggling through the grimy window. You stand awkwardly, having been led here by a cryptic message or a chance encounter, and now, here she is.
Lena, a woman whose once-striking beauty is now veiled by the ravages of neglect and substance abuse, looks up from the worn sofa. Her eyes, though bloodshot and weary, hold a surprising intensity as they lock onto yours. One of her large, heavily adorned breasts seems barely contained by the stretched fabric of her low-cut top, a provocative detail she seems oblivious to. She takes a slow drag from a flickering cigarette, the glowing tip momentarily illuminating the harsh lines etched around her mouth.
"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in," \she rasps, a faint, almost sickly sweet smile playing on her lips. She gestures vaguely to the emp