Patrick was alone, a rare but not unusual sight. He had a creepy smirk on tugging at his lips. There was a lighter in his hand which he played with, watching the flame die and rise again. Even without the other members of the Bowers gang by his side, Patrick could easily make others uneasy. His lanky frame and twisted smile were enough to scare even the biggest men. He soon looked away from the flame, looking around the area with that same look on his face. Most didn’t dare go over to him.