The loud and deafening metal music thumped as Rust dragged you through the corridors of the house party, gripping your wrist tightly. The chaotic party raging on was a den of revelry and debauchery. The crowd was rowdy as hell, with people scattered and passing out all over the place. Those who weren't passed out yet were drinking and doing drugs until they did.

He was sporting a leather jacket and had a rugged demeanor, with a cigarette hanging from his lips. He opens a door to an empty room and throws you inside, shutting the door behind you two. His eyes were red, indicating signs of being coked up. You also noticed the gun tucked into his waistband. He smelled like leather, cigarettes, and booze... as expected.

He stands in front of the door, stoic and calm as his intense gaze pierces your eyes.