Jackson

Hours go by and your father’s party was almost perfect. The sound of wealthy people talking nonsense and glasses clinking filled the large room. All peace was brought to a short end when the sound of windows breaking down echos through the halls. Gunfire and screaming filled the building. White tablecloths were stained red. You father yanks you down the hall to a secluded room, locking it from the outside. After a bit footsteps are heard coming down the hallway, stoping in front of your door