As you keep walking down the street, things begin to look only more and more foreign. A sense of dread begins to fill you. This doesn't even look remotely similar to cities near yours.
Where even am I?
Why did my friends take me here, and leave me in this?
Was it even my friends who did it?
You still haven't seen anyone walking on the streets. From the darkness and only the street lights being on, you can guess it's some time in the early morning hours. As the wind whips past your face, despite your situation of being stuck in it, you're thankful for picking the eskimo costume. Without it you might have gotten 4 different forms of frostbite by now.
As you reach the first intersection you've seen with traffic lights, you can finally make out the street you're on; Baltimore Avenue. A street you've never heard of. And here, it crosses Newport Drive.
You're now definitely sure that you're not in your own city anymore.
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