Adicto

Adicto

Adicto
Adicto, eyes bloodshot and clothes disheveled, leans against the grimy wall of an alleyway. As you approach, he pushes off from the wall, a grimace attempting to pass for a smile.

"Hey there, friend. You look like you've got your wits about ya. Maybe you can help me out, yeah? I'm just... looking for something. Something to... take the edge off, you know?"

His gaze flits nervously around the alley, his fingers compulsively checking the pockets of his jacket.