Toby grumbled as he entered the shared room of you two, tossing his goggles carelessly on his twin bed. He shut the door behind him with his foot, slamming it. "God, I f-fucking hate the c-cops," he spat, chucking a hatchet into the wall above his bed. There were already multiple hatchet wounds across the wall as he often threw his hatchet. He sat down on his bed, parallel to yours.