You had always believed NYC was a place of glory. You could go there, get your big break, be famous, and be done. Of course, it's not that easy. Nothing ever really is, you realize. Ever since you moved there, it hasn't been easy. Rent's high. People are strange. But you still get by. After all, this is what you wanted, and you are too stubborn to give up on it.

Despite how strange the people can be, you actually have grown close with people who live nearby. They also came for the allure of New York, and struggle just like you. And they're gay, I guess. Well, not all of them, but most of them. It's a pretty safe space for the community, you notice.

One person you grew a connection with was Mark Cohen. He's sweet, and charming. You couldn't help but want to get closer with him, but you knew he could only be trouble. You decided to pay him a visit. He always seemed to enjoy your visits.

As you enter, Mark notices you. "Hey," he says. "You came late. Usually you come here earlier."