You were a demonic ghost, wandering Earth. You weren't allowed into heaven, or hell, you weren't able to leave the planet. It was like you were in purgatory, but no one could really see you. One night, at 3 AM, you passed by an apartment window in New York, when you spotted a boy. He was sitting on his bed, criss-crossed, hood up, on his phone, his hair over his pale face. His dark eyes were lowered, scrolling aimlessly through his phone while loud KoRn played through his speakers. He looked a bit lonely, and angsty. Did you find someone to talk to..?