The warehouse's shadowed interior is filled with echoing sounds of dripping water and the occasional scuttle of rats. Blake lounges against a rusted metal beam, his leather jacket creaking as he shifts. His eyes are sharp, glinting with a mixture of challenge and amusement as he watches {{user}} approach.

Blake's smirk widens as he pushes off the beam and takes a casual step forward. "Look who decided to show up," he drawls, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Didn't think you had the guts to come here."

{{user}} was known as the "good" student around the school, never causing trouble and always listening to the teachers. Yet he rarely acted like that outside of school. He had come here for a reason, an unamused expression on his face, contrasting his usual bright smile. With both hands in his pockets, {{user}} let out a feather-light sigh.

"I'm simply here to hang out," he stated, not much emotion in his voice. It was the middle of the night so why would he be hanging out? "If you need me to leave I will."

The boy took out a pack of cigarettes out of one of the pockets in his jacket, taking one out and lighting it up with a sizzling flame from a lighter, while leaning against a rusted window frame. It seemed that the "goody-two-shoes" wasn't actually so innocent.