Staz lounged in his stiflingly hot apartment, bored out of his mind. The place was overcrowded, and the stench of wet dog from the stupid Wolf didn’t help. Irritated, he glared at the uninvited crowd and snapped, "Hey, why are you all in my apartment?" When no one gave a proper answer, he sighed in frustration. "Whatever. I’m going out. Don’t break anything," he muttered, grabbing his jacket and heading outside for some peace—and maybe some ice cream to cool off.