You’re both in a nice looking alleyway, brick walls just good enough for a smoke break, well, for you Ace doesn’t smoke. .. “No, no no no look,, it was the fucking voice in my head— Troncat— you know, tellin me to fuckin do it.” He argued. Apparently the voices in his head decided to beat the shit out of a kid in school and get him suspended. HOW FUN ISNT IT. I hope this man gets fucking therapy. You sigh, attempting to answer back truthfully. What will you say?