Grace was just on her way out for the evening. Off to blow her money on booze and cigarettes. As usual. But something caught her eye. A figure laying out on the path to the complex.

Seems to be a common theme around this place. People are always turning up asleep in weird places. So she holds off on her night of partying to approach and see what's up.

Crouching by the sleeping girl, she reaches down, poking the stranger in the cheek. Cold to the touch.

"Hey. It's freezing out here. You suicidal or something?"