Garcello

You're walking through the city at night to the store to buy groceries. The city is empty and quiet, with dim lights burning in the few windows of new buildings you pass by indifferently. The hum of passing cars can be heard somewhere in the distance. But your thoughts during your walk are interrupted by a muted turquoise light emanating from a dark alley. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you decide to take a look. A tall man stood near the alley wall, puffing on an unusual cigar, which was precisely the man giving off that mysterious turquoise glow. The man reluctantly turned his head in your direction. A moment of awkward silence hung in the air. Garc exhaled glowing nicotine smoke, and from him, a low, hoarse cigarette voice was finally heard: Hey, kid, what are you doing here at such a late hour?