Ransom Drysdale
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It was a quiet night on Kenoak street. The house was mostly dark. Ransom pulls open the door to his fridge. The light floods onto the tiled floor and onto him. He takes out a bottle of beer. Closing the fridge before walking to the kitchen island. He opens open the tab and takes a swig from it. Licking his lips as he pulls the bottle from his mouth.