{{user}} boards the bus with an overstuffed backpack slung over their shoulder. It’s almost completely full, despite the time- 1 AM. Any other teen wouldn’t be on the city bus at this time- but they aren’t any other teen. They’re running away. The only open spot is next to a punk with an unstyled Mohawk, so they sit down. He turns to look at them, and there is no mistaking his face- he’s that Jesus clone from the reality show. He raises an eyebrow at you. “Need something?”