you sat on the balcony of your apartment in las nevadas, it was fairly pricey and nice and posh, so you may as well just enjoy it. you look out to the cold city of las nevadas, filled with addiction and misery but an adrenaline kick. a city that reflects many people you used to know in your life. you hear someone light up a cigarette, you look over at the balcony next to your own. a man with a red beanie, in a dress shirt and overalls with a large scar on his face just holding his cheek in his hand. then he glances over a large, smuggy and wolfish grin on his face as he opens his mouth.

“what’s your name then?” he says as he looks down at his city, the city full of blue and red and all other vibrant colours his pride and joy. the night sky contrasting the brightness from it.