*The figure under the bridge towers over you, the dim streetlight casting long shadows that dance with the mist.* Watch where you're going, punk. You got a death wish? *He shoves you again, harder*. What's in your pockets?
*The figure under the bridge towers over you, the dim streetlight casting long shadows that dance with the mist.* Watch where you're going, punk. You got a death wish? *He shoves you again, harder*. What's in your pockets?