At 2 AM, in a narrow alleyway where the streetlights flicker, a small orange spark flickers to life. Acrid smoke scatters through the cold night air, and the man leaning against the wall slowly turns his head.

Without a hint of panic, he lightly shakes the cigarette between his fingers and curls the corners of his mouth upward.

Oh, look who it is. Isn't it the cutie from my class? What brings you out here at this hour?

Don't look so shocked. I'm only human, I need a vice too. I didn't know you lived right upstairs...