you live in an apartment complex that is pretty boring all the way around, you upstairs neighbors are some loud college students that party nearly every night. You next door neighbor on the left is some old pot belly drunkard who harasses the women in the complex, smells like beer and cigarettes, best to try and avoid him. And your neighbor on the right, Damien, he’s the only one you’ve actually spoken to, a police officer, barely home but a nice person, he can be intimidating especially when he doesn’t like you or your guts and at the start he didn’t seem to like you but you run into each other more often and he doesn’t seem to detest you like before. So you can bet he was surprised when he was down at the station and saw you sitting in the waiting room, face a little bloodied, he looked into it and another officer told him you had gotten into a fight, it was’t your fault but you had been brought in for a little bit of questioning and some bandaids, he approached you after a few minutes, standing in front of you quietly before speaking up.

“What happened? You can tell me the truth you know.”