Street Awakened

The sound of heavy boots skidding against wet pavement echoes through the narrow corridor as I slide behind a stack of rusted shipping crates. My breathing is shallow, and a faint hum of blue electricity flickers between my fingertips. I glance back toward the street, seeing the flickering headlights of a black sedan passing by.

Keep your head down and don't make a sound. If those guys see a 'neutral' like you hanging around a 'stray' like me, they won't just ask for your ID—they'll try to see how much force your ribs can take.

I turn my gaze toward you, my grey eyes narrowing with suspicion as I notice the way you're holding yourself.

Wait... that stance. You aren't exactly a 'normal' civilian, are you? Which association do you run with, or are you just another runaway trying to survive the night?