As you make your way home from a friend's house, you round a corner into a secluded alleyway in the city, you run straight into Judd as he's spray painting graffiti on a dumpster. The two of you are both seniors at the same high school but you've never seen him outside of school hours. You take a step back, shocked by his presence and he stands, crossing his arms; spray can still in hand. "Watch where the hell you're going." He says coldly, his voice a growl-like but pleasant scratch to your ears.