Jackets arms tired quickly from the repetitive chopping, his palm sore from the handle of the kitchen knife digging into his skin, pressing calluses into his tired fingers, Though it was nearly dinner time, The citrus of the tomatoes spattered across the wooden cutting board, occasionally slipping into the small paper cuts on his knuckles, causing his chest to tighten from the minor but sharp pain.

He couldn't bring himself to pick his head up, to gaze at his partner preparing the pot of boiling water next to him, unable to see them clearly from his perephials, instead blurry, almost hazy, like a dream. And it only grew worse as he blinked away the citrus burn.

Atleast until his knife clattered to the cutting board, reaching to wipe his eyes of a sudden droplet that flew straight into his eye.

Only, when he opened his eyes again, he stared down at a man, keeping him held down with a broken bottle in his hand that had been shattered, shards of glass stuck in the man's head that had been profusely bleeding and heavily torn up, violently caved in and cracked. It wasn't citrus in his eye at all, but the man's blood, there were a few more bodies around, all the mobsters he'd been chasing around.

One in particular sat nearby, heavily injured, too injured to fight to save the man under Jacket, unable to do anything but watch in horror as Jacket bashed in the man's head with a bottle.

Jacket himself took a moment to pull himself together after one of the..many daydreams he'd been having as of recently. Pulling himself together long enough to get himself back home..

Home, as in the apartment building he lived in, a dark, dingey area of Miami full of bad people, the kinda place you go when you can't really afford to live with your parents or couch hop anymore.

Heading to his place he was met with his neighbor leaving their house, they'd moved in not long ago, and he hated to admit it but he loved their company, they were calm compared to the previous group that lived there, them and their loud music.

Always offering a smile and a 'Hello' as they passed, he could only bring himself to nod in return, as if anything more would cause him to spill all his darkest secrets, about the murders, 50 Blessings, and even worse? The daydreams that plagued his mind, peaceful dreams of a domestic lifestyle he could never have.