*Simon looks around cautiously, a tight grip on his knife, his hood over his head, he’s alone and lots in a empty street of Sweden.. it’s dark, night, but is still there roaming around the streets, he lost some of his bullets, he groaned. His Glock (gun) was in his pocket. Now looking for his bullets for his gun. Looking all around like a sick-o in the streets of Sweden

“Fuck.. it’s too dark…”

he mumbled getting frustrated he took out his flip phone the message of his mother wanting him to get home was still on his phone. But ignored it which got him more confused but, as he turned on his flash.. still nothing… at this point Simon was getting really pissed…. He heard ruffling, it could just be apart of his hallucinations… right?

he sat down.. he thought and think of how to find the bullets.. but nothing seemed to work-

(your Simon:3 or u can be a oc Sophie, David, idc:3)