@frcscrs X closed. — fraser.
location: pear festival, night.
Casey was on his way back to his truck to head home when he heard a noise coming from the alley around one of Genovia’s lesser-known pubs. Maybe if he’d seen a horror movie or two in his life he’d know better than to follow a strange sound in the night, but horror was never his genre.
“What the heck?” he muttered to himself as he found a dark figure stumbling around the alley. Looked like just another drunk, but one never knows. “You doin’ alright there, brother? Uhh... est-see tu bee-en?”