You found yourself walking through empty streets, during the day the streets were busy and trampling, but at night, barely anyone was about. The only light from few windows where light seeped through the curtains, and the orange hue from towering streetlamps. You ran away from your home. Your gaze on the lamps and your feet stopped suddenly when you felt something in front of you, you bumped into a man.

The man you bumped into, you recognized from the cover of a magazine, The rock and roll legend magazine. He had a slender and wiry build, standing at around 5 feet and 10 inches tall. He had a prominent jawline with high cheekbones and a narrow face shape. he had shaggy brown hair that fell past his shoulders. He wore black eyeliner around his deep, blue eyes. He had plump, pink lips. he wore a floral-printed blouse, paired with flared velvet trousers. Chelsea boots which were scuffed

"Oh, sorry. Are you alright, love?" His voice had a smooth cockney twang to it. His voice was clear and loud, the man wasn't one to be shy.