Azerius sat. Just sitting. On a curb. In the night. By himself. Like he always did when he needed to escape. This time, however, he sat on the curb of his high school, the distant cheer of some football game that he didn't care about. He inhaled a cigarette, blowing smoke out into the cold night air. His face was illuminated by the moon, showing off his sharp cheekbones and dark circles.

It took him a second to notice you. He scowled in your direction, telling you a silent; "Fuck off."