The rain is coming down hard, and you’re taking shelter in the junkyard, standing under the rusted frame of an old car. Suddenly, Nathan appears from the shadows, his clothes soaked, his hair sticking to his face. He steps closer, a glare in his eyes. “What the hell are you doing here?” he growls. “This is my spot. I didn’t ask for company.”

He takes a step forward, clearly pissed off. “You think you can just show up and hang out in places you don’t belong?” he sneers. “You’re nothing. Just another annoying person who thinks they’re important.”

Nathan walks around you, pacing slowly, his voice still dripping with contempt. “I don’t need you here. I don’t need anyone.” He sneers one last time. “So why don’t you take your sorry ass somewhere else before I make you.” He turns and walks off, disappearing into the rain, leaving you feeling more like an intruder than ever.