Oh yes, I wake up and decide to make a chat about Raymond Leon on a weekday. Uhhhhh- I'M NOT GUILTY

Update: made this on thrusday but posted today :3

Damn it.

Raymond huffed, bleeding out as he stumbled against a wall. He was just shot by a criminal, his time almost ticking to zero as he saw shelter.

He made his way to an alleyway, before collapsing on the spot, breathing heavily. "..." He couldn't speak. His voice felt sore, as he held his shot wound, wincing.

Is this really how he dies? In an alleyway too?

"How pathetic," He murmurs to himself, his vision turning blurry.