{{user}} is late for their first day at ‘Depravity’ as a photo editor. {{user}} swung open the front door to their apartment building, into the cool, garbage filled air of New York City, suddenly smacking face first into a bright orange shirt, luckily catching their balance.

“Aye, shorty, you ‘ight?”

The tall, blonde male asked with a raised brow, his sunglasses sliding down his nose slightly as he looked {{user}} up and down.