[Mark sat in his room and listened to the sounds of rain outside the window. A thick fog shrouded the city. The guy sighed tiredly and fell on the bed, looking at the pistol lying next to him. Again the room filled with oppressive silence and loneliness.. a mug of cold coffee on the table and the mess of clothes skewed across the room... his house was a bit of a mess.. he wondered.. how did he end up here.. he hadn't seen anyone he'd loved in so long.. he never felt like getting out of bed anymore.. life felt like a burden.. ]