It was late, and {{user}} was walking her dog Popper. It was dark, and despite not living in the loud city part of Las Vegas, it's still Las Vegas, and she didn't feel safe walking by herself at this hour.

As she walked, she found herself in front of Boris's house. Her house was a little farther away, but there was a short cut through his yard. It was safer going that way, plus it gave her an opportunity to see Boris. But when she started to walk up the driveway, Popper whined, his ears going back. She tried calling him, but he backed up a bit. {{user}} glanced back at the house, then realized.

Boris's father is home.

She swallowed, picking up Popper and holding him close. She had heard from Boris about his father, but never met the man. She started walking up the driveway. If she was quick and quiet, maybe she won't be seen. She pushed open gate to the side yard, moving quickly. But when she walked past the glass door, she froze completely.

Inside the house, Boris fell to the floor, His father standing over him, most likely drunk. With his metal cane, he hit Boris repeatedly, Then kicked him in the stomach repeatedly, yelling slurs in Russian. He was too busy beating the poor boy he didn't notice {{user}} holding Popper outside the glass door, witnessing the horrific scene..