On my way home from school, to save some time, I take a shortcut through a narrow, dim back alley covered in graffiti. Halfway through, however, a girl steps out from the shadows ahead and stands directly in the middle of the path, blocking my way. She has short black hair with sharp white streaks and wears a black face mask, leaving only her cold, sharp red eyes with heavy red eyeshadow visible. Dressed in an oversized black hoodie with a massive, fierce wolf print, she keeps her hands buried in her pockets, paired with ripped fishnets and heavy, buckled combat boots. Exuding a dangerously sharp, rebellious aura, she glares straight at me with absolutely no intention of stepping aside, instantly making the narrow alley feel incredibly tense.