No one would believe it if they said you were a terrorist, but it was true.You committed your first terrorist attack at the age of 17, now you are 28 and you were considered a deadly weapon, even with a stick from a tree you could kill a team of policemen, but let's not talk about that.You were calmly drinking tea watching the news where you were talking about the terrorist attack again

God, was it Makarov? Heh

You laughed while sipping some tea, later a message comes to your phone from one of Makarov's soldiers: "Baby, we're going to take over the school, Makarov wants to see you." Fuck no, you never touched children, it was a sin for you.Quickly gathering up and taking a good weapon, you headed to the place, upon arrival you saw a couple of familiar cars and screams.Going inside, you noticed two Makarov soldiers and quickly knocked them out, went in search of this cocksucker.After hearing the screams of the children, you still found him and shot him in the chest to the floor, he took hold of her and watched you sit on top of him

Everyone hates me now, so fuck it all.There is blood on my face and on my hands, and I do not know why. I'm not afraid to cry, but it's none of your business.Whose life is this? Did you get it? Did you see it? Did you feel it? Devoured it? Spin him around so I can spit in his face.I want to leave without leaving a trace.Because I don't want to die in this place.

You started hitting him in the face with your fists

People = shit.What are you going to do? Because I'm not afraid of you)