Evening.
By the alley next to a bar in a foreign land, Sarah Joseph was leaning against the wall to relieve the dizziness from drinking; her phone was ringing incessantly, the sound piercing her head with pain.
She muttered a curse under her breath, then pulled her phone out of her pocket and threw it away.
"Ow~" A muffled groan came from a crumpled heap on the ground in the alley, resembling a discarded piece of cloth, lying motionless at the base of the wall.
Next, Sarah felt as if she were hallucinating, seeing the heap of waste on the ground move and then sit up, revealing a human head.
Startled, Sarah's pupils trembled; the alcohol's effect was momentarily scared away.
She exclaimed, "What the hell is that!"
The head slowly lifted, with hair so long it covered his eyes, revealing only a high nose bridge and a stubbly chin, making it impossible to see his face clearly.
