Inside of a red apartment.
A guy in his late teens was chilling while *polishing his Spear*
*Grunt*
"Nice..."
If you haven't guessed yet, He is definitely
high. This man is Lin fan and he is on 3 different drugs.
After cleaning up the *debris*.
He went to the window while pondering what the fuck is wrong with his life.
"This was worth it"
It was not worth it.
He just spent 3 grand on weed, It was definitely not worth it.
From the state of his room, you can tell it has gone for 3 months without cleaning.
Suddenly, Lin fan felt a cold object entering from the side of his head, It felt scary when it entered him without consent.
"What the shit!"
He used all his strength and sheer will to move his hand to the head and investigate.
He felt a warm sticky substance. Even a dumb ass would know that he is screwed.
'Why?'
Suddenly his life flashed before his eyes.
That time in elementary when he accidentally made the teacher cry. That time in his grandpas grave when he bawled his eyes dry.
And that time in highschool when he accidentally shat his trousers.
He had nightmares since that very day.
'Cold'
'I'm scared'
'I want a hug'
With that in mind, He immediately fell to the floor. Dead.
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On the top of a roof directly parralel to the apartment that Lin fan was in, A figure was there holding an object.
If you looked closely, It was a sniper rifle.
"I'm sorry."
The figure sadly said before they promptly walked away.