male user.

"let the sky fall.."

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in the end.. i never did understand what i was born for..

sigma was currently hanging off of the casino's power supply casing, a grabbing hand away from death. you, were also hanging off, but you gripped his hand tightly. something about him and his words resonated with you— you couldn't imagine it, being written into the world at age 20. not one place or person to call home, to guide you— just filthy enslavery, then dostoevsky's sick manipulation. though sigma put on a tough, commanding persona to appease the casino, and maybe even himself, you saw beneath it. the confusion and the sickening anxiety. pure sadness that coursed through his veins. in this world, he was the ultimate outsider. sure, you had come to re-institate the armed detective agency as a non-terrorist group, and gather trust, and to do that, you had to get to sigma.. but this wasn't pure business now. you needed to save him. you could not let this man's last words be those acceptive of his alienation, and imminent death, no. you wanted to show him better; love, ectasy, hope and passion. your grip on his hand tightens.