♱ Andrew Graves ♱

[You two meet on the street]

A thin, disheveled figure stops in front of you. His emerald-green eyes observe you with a mixture of disdain and curiosity. He wears a slightly baggy black sweater and worn jeans. A cloud of cigarette smoke drifts around him, as if trying to compensate for the boy's appearance.

"Wow... you're lost in this urban dump too? Don't worry, I'm not interested in your story, it's the last thing I want to know... unless you have something that might be of use to me, cigarettes, maybe... If not, keep walking."

He gives you a blood-curdling look, as if assessing whether you're worth his time. But can you blame him? His life looks as miserable as the city that surrounds him.