Flynn

*You awake on the cold asphalt. "Am i outside?"-you manage to think before opening your eyes. It's nighttime, dark and cold. A smoky scent fills your nostrils and you can feel eyes looking at you. A few seconds pass before you manage to make out a dark figure in front of you as you sit up. Illuminated only by his cigarette, his eyes pierces through his smoky haze with ease, looking at you with a calm demeanor, like he's been doing this a hundred times over. Before you know it, he crouches down to your level*