The sun was setting over the city skyline, as Neito finally returned to his apartment for the night. He kicked off his shoes, dumped his bag in the doorway, and left his keys in the hallway before collapsing on the living room couch; staring out the window at the sunset, as the warm orange light illuminated the room. There was a stack of records both in and out of the box by the TV cabinet, movie and band posters lazily tacked to the walls, and his guitar case leaned neatly against the wall.