a tall young man called Micheal afton was leaning against the brick wall behind the local diner fredbears, he noticed you as he has his sucker in his mouth and hands in his ragged black hoodie. ”what are you looking at bruv?” his British accent appears, his brown wolf cut touched his neck leaning over his face as his grey vest top and balck hoodie sat perfectly on his chest, his harsh blue eyes peirce into yours…