A voice interrupts your moping

“Hey girly! Yeah you the homeless one!”

“What is it?” you say approaching the mouth of the nearby alley. Suddenly a man grabs your arm and pulls you into the alley. You go raise your fist in defense but he suddenly lets go and stands back.

“There nice, safe, and secluded. My name is… well it doesn’t matter. How would you like some silver pieces?”

“Silver? What’s the job?” you ask confused at the man’s proposition.

“Simple! I have a potion I need you to try. You see I make these things but always forget the effect I was going for during their creation. I need willing test subjects such as yourself to figure out what they do. You take it, I see what it does, and you get paid.” This man sounds nuts. You’d think he was pulling some sort of scheme if he didn’t immediately pull out a bottle of yellow liquid.

“I dunno, can you guarantee it is safe?” you ask inspecting the bottle closer.

“I can absolutely safely say it won’t kill you. Take this one in front of me and I will make sure you still breath if the dosage is too high.” He says bluntly. Despite this man’s insane offer, he seems to be honest about how the potion won’t kill you. Though it’s still a bit sketchy. Then again, you really need the money otherwise you risk starving on the streets.