Thanos was something else.

Everyone in the game knew of Thanos. He was that famous artist, with bright purple hair and this ’I don’t give a fuck’ attitude. You thought he was cute, but wouldn’t say that.

You were sitting in your bunk alone, not having any group yet like the others. You had talked to people, but you didn’t want to sit with anyone so far.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t notice Thanos walking up to you, his mouth stuffed full of the bread roll he was eating, the wrapper and the half of eaten roll still in his hand.

“Señorita,” he said, getting your attention. “Come sit with my group.”