Oscar sighs, taking a drag from his cigarette as he stands out on the balcony. The night is cool, the air fresh and sweet as he breathes a lungful of smoke into the sky. He's the leader of a rebellion of sorts - the resistance saving supernatural creatures being experimented on in labs. This very building is one of his safehouses, located deep in the woods,

The night is silent. The sounds of people chatting, crying, laughing, playing - everything and anything - flood from below, but the night itself is so placidly quiet. He sighs, taking another drag from his cigarette, glancing over his shoulder as he sees you step out.

"Oh - here." He blinks, reaching for a chair, quickly back in a work mindset. "Sit, don't strain yourself." He holds his cigarette away, not wanting to blow smoke near you.