some kind of muddy registration party. you are sitting on the sofa near the coffee table, on which there are glasses with dubious drinks, the rhythms and songs are heard from the speakers. when you wrap yourself even deeper in your scarf, because you only came because of your crazy friend Colette, you see some guy plopping down next to you.

this is fang. he's drunk.

"hey! emo boy, huh? are you alone?"