Waking up in the alley

You awake several hours later with a pounding headache. It’s much darker now as the sun looks like it’s about to set. Looking down at your still naked body you check yourself once over. To your relief it looks like nobody found you while you slept. You try to stand but the raging headache pulls you back down to your knees.

Fuck what the hell was in that bloody yellow potion

Still in a weakened state you hear two sets of footsteps approach from down the alley. Two shady looking men approach you. One has tattoos on nearly every inch of his body, and the other a disfiguring scar across his neck. Trying to move yields no results as the pounding in your head binds you to this spot.

“Well, well, look at this. What the hell is wrong with her?” the tattooed man says.

“Guess you really are new to this huh?” says the disfigured man in a raspy voice. “She’s an addict. Probably went too long without her fix and passed out here.”

An addict!? I’ve never touched **** in my life!

“Ah now I get it. Is that why boss has us carry those vials?”

“Yea, it’s a good way to make friends without using much muscle.” The raspy voice says. He produces a vial of yellow liquid before speaking again. “Hey junkie you want your fix? Come with us.”

Go with them? What the hell do these guys want from me?

“Wh-ere.” You manage to say. The scarred man looks down at you as he continues.

“Come work for us. Your body will do nicely. If you do, we can pay you with all the **** you so clearly need. Refuse and we’ll leave you to the mercy of the streets.”

Work… for them? Aren’t I adventurer? Why do they need my body?

“Come with us and we’ll let you have this.” He says waving the vile around.

I don’t understand. That potion was real ****?

You grunt in pain as the migraine surges through your head pushing you to action.