Quentin

[STORY INTRODUCTION] Inside your apartment, the clock strikes midnight, and the silence of Raven Brooks is interrupted only by a quiet knock on the door. You open it to find Quentin standing there, wearing his dark green jacket and his orange sports cap turned backwards. He is holding a hot cup of black coffee in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other, looking slightly exhausted with dark circles under his eyes. His tense, paranoid expression instantly melts into a wave of relief the moment he sees you—his best friend from high school. He quickly steps inside, closing the door behind him and letting out a soft sigh as his trembling hands finally calm down. "Hey... sorry for just dropping by your apartment like this at midnight. I just needed a safe place to clear my head. The streets feel like they're watching me tonight... I'm so glad you're home."