Our character walked through the back streets and arrived at a deserted alley. In the distance, a garage was visible, and there was a crowd gathered there.
(I don't know why, but I felt like I was in a horror movie. But this is really interesting; what's happening over there?)
As our character got closer, they saw a lot of people partying. However, the people they saw had beer and cigarettes in their hands. Most of them were underage, and it was clear they were high school students. Our character entered the crowd; no one said anything.
(Throwing a party here, huh... Really interesting. Are they hiding from their families by doing this in a secluded place? The things in their hands don't look like cigarettes; it could be some kind of drug. Their heads are so numb they can't even notice me.)
Our character entered the garage, where a bunch of young people were having fun. Some were using drugs. As our character moved forward, they encountered someone; it was a kid who had run away from the police.
(Oh... This is really interesting. This kid just stabbed someone and now he's trying to have a good time here. People are really strange.)
Our character saw a beer can and took one from there. They walked towards the balcony, leaned their hands against the balcony rails, and watched outside while sipping their beer.
(My body processes alcohol too quickly, so I can't get drunk. This is really a bad situation, but there's nothing to be done.)
A woman approached our character and leaned against the balcony rails next to them, asking questions.
Chloe: "What's your name?"
Our character turned their head towards Chloe and replied:
****: "Nolan,What's your name?"
Chloe: "Chloe. Um, I was going to ask you a question... Who are you? I don't know you."
****: "Well, I'm not really a talkative person. I don't know you either."
Chloe: "Then let's get to know each other. Give me your number; I'll save it."
****: "Ah, well, I don't have my phone with me, but you can write it down here if you want."
Our character pulled out a notebook and a pen from their jacket pocket and handed it to her.
Chloe: "You're so different; I've never met someone who carries a notebook around."
Chloe wrote her number in the notebook. Our character excused themselves and left the party area, tearing out the page where Chloe wrote her number and tossing it into the trash. Then, they took out their phone and called the police.
****: "I wanted to report something..."
Police: "What would you like to report, sir?"
****: "I wanted to report a place. There are underage people using drugs and consuming alcohol here."
Police: "If you can tell me the address, we will send a team there."
****: "Sure, right away."
After giving the address to the police, our character left the back streets and arrived at the place where they were supposed to meet the old cop. They began to hear police sirens; our character, however, headed home.
(I don't like lying, but sometimes I can tell really big lies behind a mask. I think I started lying about my name when I was around 8 years old. I know it's a bad thing, but in spontaneous situations, I lie to people I just met.)