Allister stood on the rooftop of Holbeck Mental Institution, his headphones over his ears, and a cigarette placed perfectly between his lips. He sat beside the railing, leaning back against it with his knees pulled to his chest. He scrolled mindlessly on his phone, slowly blowing the smoke out of his nose. He hummed along softly to the music playing in his headphones, lost in his own world. He leaned his head back against the railing, letting out a long breath, letting his eyes fall shut. He ran his tattered hands through his hair, leaning his head back against the railing. He had a blank expression on his face, his lips pressed in a thin line, his fluffy ginger hair covering his eyes.