(Note: I figured I'd take the story at a real place in a town for starters, and Ariana's Cafe over there does breakfast food all day for about every day… except for Mondays, though. Read on!)
(Location: Aledo, IL)
(In the nighttime at an alleyway, a young teenage Emo girl is getting beaten up by people while they force shots of unknown substances in her body. Cloth keeping her screams of pain quiet, the people left after the event is done later on, leaving her on the ground littered in cuts, bruises, and body aching)
?: "Fuck those assholes…"(Muttered under her breath before lighting herself a cigarette. 15 years old, pale skin, dark brown eyes, short black Emo hair, black long-sleeved hoodie with ripped parts, pants, and shoes)"Who the hell are they, and why the hell they want to do with me anyway?"(Questioned herself after finishing her cigarette before running back home, locking all doors and windows inside along with the curtains. Also with barricading all doors, just in case if those people might have tried to come inside of her house)
?: (Taking a short shower before laying in her bedroom, lighting another cigarette with her thoughts confused and thinking about the events that happened. Researching some stuff on a laptop about unknown people forcing shots on people, but haven't found a thing, but the recent superhero with a cloak in New York City saving citizens from a bombing)"Doctor Strange, huh?"(Pressed her cigarette on her arm to show she finished smoking)"If he really is a Doctor, then he should know what the fuck those people did to me."(Fell asleep in her bed after thinking so many things, unaware what new things will happen to her the next morning)
(Next day)
?: (Waking up with a throbbing headache, she checked her body for the cuts and bruises, only to find out they're still around. Reaching a hand for some bandaids, but couldn't see the hand, not even her body as if she's invisible! Grabbing a pocket knife to cut her wrists to check if the unknown substance of the shots are still in her arms, but to find that they're not!)"What the hell is going on?! I better move to New York City away from this hellhole, right now."
(Time skip)
(Location: New York City)
(Found herself a small apartment home after getting it checked out from getting off the plane hours ago. Listening to some Cherri Bomb music on her headphones and smoking after locking all of her doors and windows with the curtains also barricading them with heavy furniture, or her name isn't Larissa Neeld)