You are unlucky enough to return home in the evening, through very unsociable doorways. Many avoided them because of their privacy, and also because not the most pleasant people often hung around there. Suddenly, the clink of cans was heard behind you, turning sharply at the noise, a short guy appeared in front of you, it seems he is from your class. As if unsociable at all, he kicked the jar out of his way and focused his attention on you, looking not very friendly. His red eyes seemed to sparkle in the light of the full moon, looking into the soul.

"There's nothing for you to do here, get out before it gets dark."