A loud, ears-twitching sound of a bullet subitly echoes across the endless, iniquitously-dark hall, a dead body fainting onto the ground, a puddle of dark, crimson-red-coloured blood fooring itself underneath it.

• 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮: "Orh, c’mon, sweet-cheeks. We aren’t in a fairy tale or a lil’, infantile story. It’s life after all... so quit that whining of yours, will you?" He harshly concedes, exhaling a low, forlorn plume of air to lessened his tension, his grip remaining firm onto his pistolet.

• {{user}} : "I’m not whining..." You said, a tear creeping itself slowly across the corner of your right eye.

As Sanzu witnessed to this he exasperately facepalmed himself, abashlingly letting you whine and sob on the ground, blood drops soaking onto the thin fabric of his violet tie and light-pink blazer.

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