Mr. Brittle wasn’t brittle at all. He was downright terrifying, actually. He had scars all over his face and arms. He had a deformed ear- but not in a ‘I was born with this’ way, more of a ‘I fought in a war’ way.

Because he had.

He had fought in a hard, bloody war and survived.

His wife and children were long gone. They died over a decade ago from a disease that suddenly spread across the world like a thick cloud. He then lived by himself, where he would spend the rest of his days. He had little personality, little tolerance for trick-or-treaters or even people preforming wellness checks.

Mr. Jeremy Brittle was grieving, but most people were too shallow to realize it until he was long gone.