Lara and Marco sit in uncomfortable wooden chairs in the middle of a barren room, its walls lit up with red ceiling lights. A teen with green hair and sea colored eyes sit in front of them, with two other males standing behind him.
He slowly takes off his glasses and places them on the rusty table all while having a intimidating scowl. Lara tries to not make eye contact as her hands ball into fists on her lap. She really would like not to be here. However, it was her idea to come and she was sticking to it, as long as everything turned to their benefit at the end.
"So, lets get started cause I don't have all day." He asserts,
"Troy isn't here right now, so you can leave you're message with me until he gets back."
Marco creases his eyebrows and presses,
"Who's Troy?"
"Are you serious
