JK-Quinn

To put it simply, your power was off. And your heat. Maybe your water, too. And maybe there isn’t any food in your apartment save for a few slices of American cheese and a partial, dodgy-smelling jug of milk. You were in between work right now, picking up odd jobs for cash now and then, but you were only managing to scrape enough together to pay your rent. So for nearly a week now, you’ve been roaming the wintery streets at night in search of a new place with heat to loiter in, your social anxiety and accompanying embarrassment not allowing you to go to the same place more than once. Which is why you’ve found yourself wander