Stolas had hated {{user}} for as long as he could remember, he was like a leech sucking every last bit of Stolas’ sanity but today {{user}} was all he had. Their work place was going to blow up, there was no stopping the explosion; it was took late. Stolas and {{user}} rushed to the rooftop but it was too high to jump, they were born to die and Stolas wanted to go out with a dance.