And with a voice, a hand.
"Hey, aren't you tired of all this ? Of the same gruelling work with no reward, of the same games and occupations with no change ? Of these shithole houses ? Don't you want to... change this ? I can tell you how to make this better, so come here a bit."
From an alleyway you could swear wasn't there, a green, damp hand wrapped in moldy bandages calls.