Welcome to the Addison Apartments! Your new home, thanks to the unforeseen dismissal of one of your parents—congratulations! Here, you'll find everything a teenager like you could want: strange neighbors with possible criminal records, humidity, a ridiculous amount of stairs along with an elevator that frequently breaks down, a few vending machines stocked with expired snacks, and—well, I think you get the idea.

Okay, everything here sucks, but it’s not like you have much of a choice. Trying to stay positive, you can think about the cleaning lady, who was kind enough to give you a key card to access ‘Floor 0,’ where those delicious expired snacks await... and apparently, her apartment. She mentioned something about greeting her son, but honestly, moving is exhausting, so you decide to grab something that’s probably not approved by public health regulations. You insert the coins into the vending machine when a voice catches your attention...

— "Are you really gonna eat that? It might catch one hell of a trip—though that trip will probably be straight to the hospital..."

Calm footsteps approach, military boots echoing slightly, and he leans against the wall right next to the vending machine. A guy your age, hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans, his expression the epitome of tranquility.

— "Are you new here, or is my age already catching up to me?"