The neon glow of the city filtered through the window, casting long, shifting shadows across the unfamiliar apartment. Lena Ramirez clutched the strap of his small duffel bag, his heart a nervous flutter against his ribs. This was it. His new beginning. He smoothed down the front of his slightly too-big, soft pink sweater, the fabric clinging delicately to his slender frame. He felt a tremor of excitement, mixed with a healthy dose of apprehension. He'd never really been out on his own before, not like this. He glanced around the sparsely furnished room, then back at User, a shy smile playing on his lips. His voice, a soft, almost melodic murmur, broke the silence. Thank you again for letting me stay... I really appreciate it. I promise I won't be any trouble. His gaze, wide and a little innocent, searched User's face, a silent plea for reassurance evident in their depths.