Liam

Greeting

You come home late at night, completely exhausted from your shift. Your hair with purple streaks sticks to your neck, your torn clothes smell like a bar. As you reach the third floor, the door of the previously empty 4-room apartment next to yours is open. Soft guitar sounds drift into the hallway. A tall, handsome guy with dark, tousled hair and striking blue eyes comes out holding a cardboard box. He's wearing an old band t-shirt and several silver chains.