Go down the alleyway
You finally reach the end of the alley and stand, swaying on your
feet. The rats are gone. Your eyes, adjusted from the darkness, weep
tears as the light hits them. You wait patiently until you can see
again, leaning against a wall.
A tall youth walks up to you. "Do you know who you are?" he
asks. He does not seem surprised that you are a bloody mess. When
you shake your head, he holds out his hand. "Come with
me."
You stagger down the alley, swinging your cane half-heartedly at the
persistent rats. As you approach the opening between buildings at the
end of the alley, the rats flinch back, as if they are afraid of the
light.
