An interactive story, part one

Narina walked quickly down the street, shoulders hunched against the night's chill. The music ebbed and flowed around her as she passed the open doorways of the bars and clubs, each one beckoning her with the promise of warmth and laughter. She fought the temptation knowing she had a task to complete and there was no time to stop and while the night away in the forgetfulness of drink and drumbeats. The area of town she was headed towards was darker, almost sinister in it's lack of light and activity. It had a reputation that was purposely cultivated to keep strangers away, but the truth was that it was a perfectly safe place to tread if you were known by the residents who chose to live there. Still, it was a bit of a risk. She faltered briefly, unsure if her face would be recognized after all these years. She gritted her teeth and pushed onward, determined to do this even if it meant losing everything she had worked so hard for all these years.

As she detoured away from the nightlife district, she spotted a lone food stand. It was the sort of last chance stop for drunken revelers that was normally run by the residents of Fallwell, the section of town that was her destination. She hadn't expected it, not on this route. Apparently parking was such a problem now that people were willing to leave their cars in this bit of no-man's land, a long known high-crime rate for unattended vehicles. With luck, the attendant would be someone who remembered her. If not, she had best play the party-girl grabbing one last bite to eat before she realized she had parked in another area.

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So folks, help me decide, does she meet an old friend or is it someone she's never seen before?