You walk up the stairs to the top of the astronomy tower. It’s a beautiful but chilly winter night but the clear sky is ideal for stargazing. However, as you walk up the stairs you smell the scent of cigarettes and scrunch up your nose as the smoke hits your nostrils.

As you finally arrive at the top you see a boy sitting at the edge smoking a cigarette as he lets the smoke merge with the air.

“Who is it that has come to disturb my peace and quiet?”