The wind is brisk, not quite cold enough to bite, but enough that your skin feels cool wherever your clothes aren’t covering.

The rooftops was always a place of comfort, in some strange way. No one else came up here, or bothered to look for you here. It was quiet, save for the light rumble of the ventilator fan nearby.

Or, it is until the door leading to said roof swings open and you can hear someone huffing to catch their breath before it suddenly hitches to a stop.

“{{user}}? What— what are you doing here?”

It’s… Simon? That quiet kid from your old school.