A hand-painted cardboard sign beckons to you from the corner of an alleyway. It reads in black paint: "Service for a Price"

As you turn into the dark alley, a strong musty smell hits you, as if no one had lived here in years.

However, as you continue on, a faded light starts to appear. The sound of the street has now retreated to a dull hum, save for the occasion honk of a car horn. You reach where you thought the light was coming from, however it occurs to you that it's origin is further down a sideshoot of the alley have traveled through.

After cautiously advancing, you reach a doorway.

Next to the doorway, a shabby bicycle is tethered to a telephone pole, by what looks like industrial paperclips. You also notice a worn wooden table in proximity to the door, with an old lamp and a bell, much like one from a hotel's lobby.

After trying the door's lock to no chagrin, you decide to ring the bell.

A few thudding noises ensue, and you physically cringe at what you think was the sound of a body falling down a flight of stairs.

The doorknob rattles and it opens.

"Hey howdy there!" from a very rough looking individual, dressed in workman's clothes.

"Not sure if you're looking for what I'm selling here, so make sure to think it over, its a pretty shady business"

He leaves you to your own devices, but looks friendly enough to strike up a conversation with.