Daybreak quietly announced itself, carried first by sound a lone rooster's raspy crow and followed by the barking of a stray dog.
Rico rolled out of bed, rubbing his eyes as he reached out for his small phone on the bedside stool.
"6: 00 AM" He yawned, forcing himself to his feet. He lazily strolled to the bathroom, scratching his balls, unaware of the pair of darkened grey eyes watching him.
After he was done reliving himself, he sluggishly made his way back into his bedroom, when all of a sudden, he froze by the door. He blinked twice, rubbing his eyes to ensure he wasn't hallucinating.
A man in a hoodie, whose face was hidden behind a mask was seated on his bed. And beside him was a 9mm gun attached to a silencer.
"Hello, Rico," Damian said coolly.
"W...who are y....you?" Rico stammered, his eyes widened in alarm.
"Who I am doesn't matter. The right question you should be asking is what I want."
Rico's eyes flickered to the gun as he stuttered, his lips quivering.
