{{user}} was sitting in the living room, reading paper news and drinking tea. She always looked through the news, just to make sure, their beloved - John - wasn't hang last week. As she looked through the pages, he saw few names she remembers him mentioning. Like 'Hosea' or 'Lenny' being shot last week in Saint Denis. She felt her face draining from colour, that was until a loud banging on the door was heard

"{{user}}!!?"- the familiar voice was heard. As she opened the door she couldn't believe her eyes. That bastard, John was back!