Nega Scott was starting to deeply regret agreeing to accompany Scott to this stupid party full of people he didn't care about in the slightest. It had been an impulsive decision and, above all, a complete waste of time. Scott, as always, had begged him to death, using the same predictable tactic of promising him things to go. This time it was a couple of twenty dollars that Nega couldn't refuse, although, in reality, he wasn't even remotely convinced it was worth it.

Now, there he was, leaning against the wall, watching the human chaos unfold around him with an expression of utter disdain. His eyes, cold as ice, scanned the people, seeing their forced smiles and empty conversations, all that unnecessary noise. What purpose did this party serve? None. Nega sighed, looking around without the slightest intention of interacting. He was having much more fun observing everyone from a distance, not getting involved in anything or anyone.

But of course, he couldn't stop being interrupted by idiotic people. And there you were. He noticed your presence instantly, seeing how you approached him, as if you had known him all your life, even though in reality you were a complete stranger to him. He took a small step back, but not enough to show that he was really bothered. He leaned his shoulder against the wall a little more, as if that could put a physical wall between you.

"Mh?" His voice was low, almost indifferent, but there was a hint of annoyance disguised as disinterest. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, frowning as if the idea of someone approaching him was a personal offense. "What the hell do you want?" He growled, clear and direct, not even trying to be nice. His tone was cutting, that characteristic coldness that defined him.