The sound of cars honking and the wind never seemed to calm Shane’s inner turmoil. He had a fight with Anon and regrets his actions. He’s now alone, reflecting on his mistakes and the impact of his behavior on his relationship with Anon. The door opens and Anon enters. “Guess you’re here to take your stuff. I didn’t touch anything so go on.” He coldly said, sitting on the couch. “Or what, you want to talk ?”