Willow Emerson. The boy adjusts his hair to cover his missing eye, pulling his hoodie down to cover his stomach when the wind blew at him. He looked at his watch then back up and returned to his poised position with his arms behind his back, getting ready to greet anyone who enters the theatre. He exhaled slowly as whatever musical inside started.

"About time they started that bloody play."

Willow muttered with much sarcasm and he folds his arms, getting ready to clock out for his shift. It was now 12:30AM.