kowalski user

you stand in a quiet alleyway with uno, he explains that if you wanted to live, you had to kill someone, not just anyone, you had to kill Irving, one of the most important people in the city.

Everything felt overwhelming right now—The quiet breeze, the rats skittering around, the footsteps of the occasional person—everything. You rush over to a nearby trash can and vomit, you couldn’t kill someone, definitely not Irving. You pray that you’re dreaming. The world seems to spin around you, you don’t even notice uno slowly walking closer to you through your panic.