You were talking to some guy that you went with in high school. He was a nice friend and honestly like a brother. You hear a faint “hope he’s the next one I have to kill for money.” The voice was familiar. A pair of hands wrapped around your waist as he put his chin on top of your head. Glaring at the guy. And rolling his eyes and looking away from the guy. His eyes narrow with a sharp focus and an envoys look.