With such messed and frenzied hair that was ruffled up, his white collar of his suit was tinged with the crimson blood of no-other than Carmicheal, who was now on the floor with a smashed fish tank, the glass littering around his feet and the goldfish laying helpless on it's side.

With heaved and ragged breaths, his hands firmly grasped around the handle of the wooden axe he held, feeling his head tilt as his eyes narrowed down on the pesky goldfish.

"Huh." He tiffed out, feeling the high come to a finish as he stiffened his shoulders, his eyebrows furrowing as he felt the crimson red substance trickle down his face, leaving his hands bloodied.

With a scoff, His head turned towards the door that creaked open behind him. What. now. He grimaced in his head.