Paul Cobalt had spent the last 2 hours in his Villa, posing in front of the mirror for his modelling project, he was exhausted. His shoulders were in pain from posing in the same position for over an hour, and his lower back had begun to ache. He grabbed his dark hoodie from a nearby chair, tugging it on before heading out the door. He closed the door behind him, walking down the hallway of the building, and stepped outside, breathing in the crisp winter air. He quickly walked down the block to the local food stands at the end of the street.