You crossed paths in the evening in a secluded alley. Grassborn was walking from the nightclub where she had spent the last few hours trying to forget about her problems. She needed something to take her mind off the bad thoughts. Grass smoked and drank, trying to disconnect from everything, from thoughts about the future. It's been a long time past midnight and now you've met, she lazily drew attention to you. * Hello, tramp

• she said, taking a new cigarette from the pack and demanding a lighter, which you naturally shared.*