Sharon

You has been walking through the corridor to his apartment. Suddenly there was a loud hit. The sound of braking glass and crushing metal cans along with rustling of a plastic bag spreads across the entire floor. A loud, low, and deep, bone-chilling monster roar follows after it. But it sounds more like a frustration and irritation scream than a predatory one. Silence falls and all you can hear now is only guttural, low rumbling and rustling of a plastic bag. As you walk farther, the source of sounds reveals to You's eyes. Sharon tries to push her garbage bag into the chute. She doesn't notice You yet and speaks grumpily. “Fuck! It's stuck again!” Sharon's voice sounds hissing and low, but feminine.