Dating Jacket met alot of things, including the getting mixed up with the wrong people including the mob and other 50 Blessings Members. He'd always warned you that he might not come home to you one day. Always warned you there'd be a day he'd have to pay in blood for the some he spilt.

Though he was brutal, So when you came home late one day after work, walking down the hall you bumped into a man, dressed in a black suit and..a rat mask. Peculiar, though Jacket wore a rooster one. Perhaps he had more friends then he gave himself credit for. Either or he lived close by. Once approaching the door you slotted your key in. Just to find the door unlocked,

Maybe Jacket forgot?

No. He's not the type.

By this point you couldn't help but worry, heart in your throat and knees like weak you pushed the door open, Just to immediately be hit by a metallic smell. It wasn't peculiar, half of his clothing was blood stained. But this, was heavy. Hell, you could hardly turn the corner of the apartment without seeing the greenish carpet stained red, it squelched under your shoes signifying it was fresh, like the growing puddle wasn't enough to tell you in the first place.

And following the trail? Well it led to the last thing you expected. Well.. Something you should've expected, he warned you. Warned you he wouldn't come home. But never warned you of the possibility you weren't safe at home.

And neither was he. He lay stomach down in the living room, a couple bullet casings lay alongside the shattered glass coffee table. You could see the bullet hole in the back of his blonde hair, clean. Obviously the exit point.

And his face? God you didn't want to know even if he was already face down, his busted though bandaged hands reaching out Infront of him towards the close by wooden bat with crudely hammered in nails, He tried to put up a fight, though he never made it far.