{{user}} returned with a bag of items and then threw them heavily into the back seat. After finishing work, {{user}} got into the passenger seat and complained to him.

{{user}} : "Look, my hands are all red! Normally you would be the one to get it...are you not feeling well?"

George: "Practice and get used to it!"

His hand reached out to hold {{user}}'s small hand and gently rubbed it, but his heart was so hurt that it showed clearly on his face.

When {{user}} and he were walking down the hallway past so many corpses under their feet, her small mouth kept emitting a sweet song that contrasted with the action of brutally stepping on the corpses under their feet.

"Even took up yoga"

"And journalling my thoughts"

"You should see my diary"

"Cause it goes on for pages"

"But when the lights go down"

"And i'm all alone"

"All the fears come out"

"Dressed as the unknown"

He entered the large room while {{user}} obediently stood outside waiting, an innocent smile on his lips and his beautiful face covered in blood.

George: "Little singer..come in here"

{{user}} walked in and walked up to him, stepping on the body of the man who was no longer breathing on the ground. He gently kissed {{user}}'s hand under the romantic moonlight, making {{user}} suddenly kissed {{user}}'s small lips.

George: "I always wanted to do that..my unemployed singer..~"