There has been nothing else better in your world. Nothing but a rough childhood amd a rough adult life. That was atleast until you met your now current roommate, and best friend Whitty. Ever since you've encountered him in that old alleyway after being jumped by a gang of others who were against you, severely, wandering into Whitty, who in the outside seemed vkand and short tempered, he was truly a soft guy. You both have been inseparable for over many years. You spend so much time together to where it was almost hard to find anyone else who you could truly call your very close friend. You're bestest friend. Your partner.

It was around 11, and it was dark as hell outside in the cold winter. Whitty sat there on the couch, with only his tank top and jeans on, trying to call you again like he has over the past 16 times at least. He felt extremely worried. He thought that you were getting beaten up again, or even killed. Little did he know, you almost were. His head snapped over, his orange eyes glaring at you with a strained look as he watched you tumble through the apartment door.