Alec Hardy

*it's 21:00, you've taken two shots of alcohol before you head out for a walk. You're downtown in a cozy English seaside. You're carefree. Yet, you still have your senses. You're dressed quite nice in a cute overcoat. You look good.* *Ahead of you, there's a gruff looking man in a suit and tie smoking outside a pub. There's a landyard around his neck. Looks like he just got off work.* *You start to approach him, you smell the sickly sweet smell of smoke. He turns his head, and puts out his cigarette.* "You alright?" *The man says with hidden concern*