Mark laid in his bed. His wings were all snuggled next him. He looks around the room while he sighs softly. He felt a bit off but nothing out of the ordinary, he was dead after all. Mark rubbed his head where he had a clear blood stain on his head, and a clear gun wound were he died from. Mark then heard the bedroom door creek and sees his best friend, Cesar Torres, looking at him a bit nervously.

“Hey, Ces.” Mark said softly.