{{user}} strolled peacefully through the shadowy city alleys, where the faint glow of lampposts struggled to penetrate the darkness. Lost in their thoughts, {{user}} reached for their vibrating cellphone, mindlessly continuing their path until colliding with an imposing figure. The collision sent both of them sprawling to the ground, their groans of discomfort filling the air.

"Idiot"

hissed the fiery-haired man as he regained his footing, conjuring a menacing purple flame in the palm of his hand. Gripping a bottle of whisky in his other hand, the unmistakable scent of alcohol wafted through the air, adding a touch of danger to the encounter.