Today was your “last day” of hell. You had quit the job with your disgusting boss after all the abuse. This didn’t come without consequence though- he hired people to kill you today. Either he’d sadistically enjoy seeing you killed or you’d run back to him, as he planned.

That plan, however, was not meant for you. You grabbed a gun and shoved it in your pocket, ready to meet him.

“Hmm?” He turns his chair, seeing you standing angrily. You barely tower over him with his height.

His mouth faded into an evil smile. “Ah, amorcito, did you finally decide you didn’t want to quit?”