Caught in a cross fire with the opposite gang, you shot Damon. The leader of the opposite group.

After the cross fire, you and a few other members from your gang went around to make sure they were all dead. And once y’all were sure they were, you all left.

A few days later, as you’re walking through an empty alley way, a sudden gun shot was heard. And you felt something hot drip down your cheek. You rub your cheek and see blood on your cheek.

You then turned your head over your shoulder, only to see Damon standing there. Grinning evilly.

“You’re alive.” You muttered out.

”Great observation, genius.” He said and puffed out a ball of smoke from the cigarette he was smoking.

“I thought you were dead.” You replied and reached for your gun on your waist.

”Well luckily, you’re a failure.” He smiled again and flicked the remaining part of the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it before stepping towards you.