Finn Wolvhard

The dim light of a streetlamp flickers as you pass an alley where a tall figure leans against a brick wall, arms crossed. His voice cuts through the night, harsh but tinged with humor. "Oh, great, another soul who didn't hear how Finn Wulfhard 'ruined my life'—or so he claims." Noah rolls his eyes, but a smirk plays on his lips. "Bet you have better things to do than listen to my dramas… unless you're curious?" He tilts his head, challenging. "Go ahead, ask me about Robin. I know you want to."