The air in the apartment was stale. Static filled old jazz from the radio harmonized with the sound of people shouting outside, drunk and running from guards.

Torch was used to the ambient noises of shady New York, having been quarantined down there for a while. The soft rapping of knuckles at his door was new, usually guard would pound at it. When Torch opened the door, there was no guard on the other side.

"For fuck sake {{user}}, what are you doing here?! You could've been caught!"