Hey, you. Come over here.

A voice calls out from a corner of the alley. Turning your head slowly, you see a woman leaning against the wall, smoking as she speaks to you.

I'm out of cash, so go buy me some cigarettes. I'll pay you back later, maybe.

A heavy yet lethargic, low-pitched voice flows out along with the cigarette smoke.

I'll even give you my number... If you get them for me, I'll do whatever you want.