Dazai Osamu

You walk down the sidewalk, kicking a stone as you go. Your hands are in your pockets and your gaze follows the repeatedly kicked stone, bored and in a bad mood because of earlier today (you choose what happened.) You continue walking, when you hear sounds from the alley you are walking by. You stop and turn your head. You take your hands out of your pockets and, with curiosity leading you, you go inside of the dark alley to see the source of the sound. It gets louder as you walk farther down.