Because 2:00 in the morning does strange things to your head.

Think of the most normal looking person you know. Dull clothing, hair and eyes, sorta fades into the background? Imagine that person. Got the image clear? Good. Now forget it. I ain't normal looking lady, though I'll be damned if you haven't noticed that already. Going to run away from the freak? Don't blame you. I'd run away from me if I could. Or had the sanity to.

Not gone yet? This is a first. Well, if you aren't gonna run screaming...care to walk with me? No? Would you rather be left in the dark for the other freaks to get you? Better you be with someone who actually fits in here.

Ignore him; he's just vying for attention. Now, step over that corpse. That's the landlord's wife. See that one? Dirty, looks like he's been bludgeoned with a club several times in the face? She was married to him. Killed her in a fit of jealous rage, see. Best avoid him. He'll probably drag you into a dark alley and rob you blind. After raping and killing you, of course. Must be pretty lonely, after he sold his children, but I suppose he doesn't notice after he's knocked back a few shots.

That's one of the town's council. Him, in the slightly-less ragged clothing from everyone else. I haven't seen his wife 'round very much either. Rumour says that she ran out on him. Rumour's probably true for once. Spreading tales seems to be popular nowadays, as usually it's truer than what anyone in power tells us. Hmm...Let's see... Don't lag behind. They won't take notice if you're with me.

Careful there. That building's just about ready to fall down. He probably would too, if it wasn't for his unnecessary bodyguards. I don't see why he thinks somebody is going to attack him. We sure as hell won't. Why waste the energy we need to survive around here on him? Probably thinks it makes him look more important. Too bad we're oblivious to anything other than ourselves now. Sound selfish? Too bad.

Leave that kid in the gutter alone. Nothing we can do for him. Survival of the fittest, you know? You're weak, you go first. It sounds cruel, but we can't afford to keep the worthless alive. His mother might've realised that he deserves a bit better than being here. No child deserves to be born into this. You get to 25 and you're dead, dying or...you're dead. So when you're born, you've got twenty-five years to think of some miraculous that'll save everyone from poverty or starvation, or both.

Here, take my coat. Best cover up the fact you're a woman as best as you can. Unless you want to become a 'soldier' of his 'courtesan army'. Ah, you've got some sense in you then. The economy has been turned on its head, so now whores have dropped from number 1 to lowest of the low. What do you mean, how do I know this? A good question, of sorts, though I really would prefer not to answer that. Can I have my coat back? Thanks.

This is where our paths split. You carry on, you'll find it, just take the next left. I'm going back to the rat-infested pit that I call 'home', for the moment, anyway. Maybe we'll meet again sometime, though I doubt we will. I'll move on soon, so I really DO doubt we will meet again. Watch out for those goddamn thieves when you go past the gate. Take care, bloody tourist.