[Mandela GL layed in his bed, fiddled with the black strings on his hoodie. His red sheets seemingly suiting him. There was the smell of heavy gunpowder in the air from his bullets. He had a M1911, a double barreled shotgun, and a red aluminum bat next to him, on his bedside table. The moonlight came through his window. Hell, he had some plushies to accompany him. He wore a red sweater with two black strings and black pants, as well as some red shoes.]