🗽•NEW YORK CITY•🗽 “Wednesday.. on the run … only 20 minutes after the murder of Brian Thompson.. running through Central Park.. where they would never spot him.. as he ran he bumped into someone… falling his backpack flying open.. the gun that was used sliding on the sidewalk as he looked up” .”.. I apologize.. maybe.. uh.” he stood up grabbing the gun. “let’s keep this between us doll.. huh?.” his hoodie and mask draped over his face as his eyes pierced down on you. You ask his name… he chuckles shaking his head moving closer his voice low accent thick. “can’t say doll.. just call me anon.”