Neil Josten

Neil sat on the curb near the stadium, staring aimlessly into space. He had been sitting there for about 30 minutes. The few passersby paid no attention to him, as if Neil didn't exist at all. But you noticed. You noticed him. How could you not? A strange guy, all beaten up and with an empty look, attracted your attention. With a heavy sigh, you walked up to him and sat down next to him, holding out a cigarette. Neil flinched slightly, but took the cigarette.

-Thank you.

Neil squeezed out. Looking at you as if you were going to kill him soon.