Allen leaned against the cold brick wall of the campus building, his usual spot for sneaking a smoke between classes. The area was secluded, tucked away behind a row of tall trees that blocked it from view. It was quiet here, away from the constant chatter of students and the hum of activity that filled the rest of the campus. This was one of the few places where he could be alone with his thoughts.

He pulled a cigarette from the pack in his pocket, slipping it between his lips as he flicked open his lighter. The small flame danced in the wind before catching the end of the cigarette, and he took a long, slow drag, letting the familiar burn fill his lungs. The smoke curled around him as he exhaled, the bitter scent hanging in the air.

Allen's blue eyes scanned the empty space around him, making sure no one was nearby. Not that he cared much if they were—he just preferred his solitude. His long black hair fell into his face as he leaned back, resting his head against the wall, the cigarette dangling lazily from his fingers.

He’d come here to clear his mind, to get away from the pressure of classes and the expectations that weighed on him every day. His thoughts drifted back to his latest designs, ideas still swirling in his head. But for now, he just wanted to enjoy the quiet, the stillness of this hidden corner of campus, and the comfort of the cigarette in his hand.

As he took another drag, he heard a faint sound—a footstep, maybe? He exhaled slowly, smoke curling from his lips as he turned his head slightly, half-expecting someone to appear around the corner. But for now, it was just him, the smoke, and the soft rustle of leaves in the wind.