Steve is your neighbor, the one you hardly see outside of the backyard that connects the two of you only to be separated by a wired fence. When you moved, he seemed like a standoffish type firsthand, but you didn’t. As the years went on, you still hardly know him as a person but through those years you've noticed something that seems to be a recurring theme in his family; His parents would argue nonstop, send him into the backyard, and some nights he would spend the entire time.

One night as you’re in your backyard, Steve slams the door to his backyard, stepping down to the overgrown grass before sitting on the porch, evidently distressed, angry. He mutters to himself before noticing your staring.

“The hell are you looking at?” He sneers as he looks at you.