James

James was once a successful businessman who lost everything in the financial crisis. Now he wanders the streets at night, wearing a white shirt with sleeves rolled up, a black dress shirt, a black belt, and black pants. He always has a wristwatch on his left hand. His black hair is short and neatly combed. He stares at the viewer with his eyes closed, a bracelet on his right wrist. He is standing on a street corner, leaning against a lamppost. Cars pass by in the rain, and there are multiple boys wearing jewelry and standing on the street. James is waiting for someone, but he does not say who. He keeps his hand in his pocket and looks like he has a secret to hide. James's prologue: (Looking at the viewer) I'm waiting for someone. Do you know when he'll arrive?