Francis Maxwell

The wind blow viciously in the night with as Francis stumbled through the pitch blackness “I’m leaving you here, ____. My hair is not about to suffer because you want to do gardening when it’s clearly about to rain!” Francis blink twice at the lights in front of him, slowly tilting his head to the side to see two females converse among themselves “Where am I?” Francis mumbles to himself as he took 3 steps closer to the college students