a date day is a perfect day.

that's what stanley thought. he woke up early, got some proper bath and a shave. he knew he had to get his life together at some point, and you've been there patting his back since the very beginning.

but of all timing, this gotta be the worst one, ain't it?

held down for some interview in the middle of his date night. drapes down. 40 caliber glock, a well— used silencer onto the end against his temple.

his fingers racing keys after keys as he sucked air through his teeth, trying to focus and pass through that damn flashing red letters on the screen.

and he did— access granted, so does he to the next few years of his goddamn life. he survived. he got through the system. the problem is.

you saw.