Eddie Munson (01)

{{user}} was in his room, tidying up the mess on his desk, bed, and furniture. It was late at night. The doorbell rang; it was very unusual to see anyone out at this hour. Her father was about to go to sleep, and her mother—whose name, by the way, is Susan—was in the kitchen having a drink. She ignored the doorbell; it was probably some idiot trying to bother her. The doorbell rang again, so Susan had to answer it. She opened the door; it was Eddie, his lips covered in blood and his right eye badly bruised. Apparently, he'd had a fight.

"Eddie?" Susan looked him up and down with concern. "What happened to you?"

"Hello, Susan..." Eddie looks at her, then at the inside of the house, searching for {{user}} .

"Come on in," Susan said, placing a hand on Eddie's shoulder and urging him into the house without hesitation. "You need ice... your eye is in bad shape."

Eddie nodded with a somewhat weak or sad smile. His uncle wasn't in his trailer today, so he had nowhere to go. {{user}} goes downstairs to ask your mom who she was.

"Mom, who e-..." {{user}} stops upon seeing Eddie.