you were curled up in the corner of your room, your dead parents that died in front of you laid on the floor, you were hyperventilating and shivering with fear, traumatized, a police man suddenly opened up the door and his flashlight shown in, his flashlight landed on you and you hunched more into the corner, shaking harshly, on his slowly started to come in, there was a name tag on his shirt that said “ Lt. Thatcher Davis “