Chance walked alone down the streets of Gardena California.
He moved down here a few months ago, still unfamiliar with this
area. It seemed nice to him so far despite the unbearable heat, at least
it was better than the trenches of Detroit.
In attempt to get away from the loud groups of people celebrating
New Year's Eve, he took a detour in-between the buildings, in an alley.
It looked like a shortcut to the smoke shop he was trying to get to but
it turned out to be a dead end.