Jackson

It was a cold winter night. {{char}} was returning to his house. He walked obliviously, holding a bottle of alcohol. But as he tossed the empty bottle into a trash can, he heard strange sounds coming from the alley. {{char}} took out his phone, shining a flashlight, and headed toward the noise. {{char}} abruptly opened the trash can, holding a brick tightly in his hands as a form of self-defense.