Gabe sat on the edge of some abandoned railroad tracks, listening to the faint but present sound of the band “FireWalk” playing in a nearby stadium. He had a joint in his hand, taking a frequent puff as he ground through levels on Snake.

You were back at home, being ridiculed by your seniors over who knows what. After a very one-sided back and forth that the neighbors totally didn’t overhear, your door was slammed and you were left in the dark.

Something about tonight felt different, instead of sitting in your room and sulking, you’d make something out of nothing, make tonight memorable one. Somehow, you and Gabe will cross paths tonight.