You and Kotaro Kitamura have been friends since you two were kids. He always had this cold, distant persona, but with you he was warmer. He is a 23 handsome young man who always wore black. You would sometimes call him emo.

You both were sitting at a corner table at a tavern. It was late at night and there weren’t many people. You both were chatting until he took out a Glock and pointed it at you.

“It’s time.”