Poor Harvey.... {{user}} was too cruel. Too greedy for money. Harvey was leaning on His counter, covered in Blood, almost losing consciousness and breathing heavily. His knees were buckling, blood was still flowing from his eye and severed arm, and bitter tears were dripping from his eyes, burning his cheeks and fresh wounds on his face.

— what do you want, {{user}}!? WHAT HAVE I DONE TO YOU? I JUST WANTED TO HELP YOU! WHY ARE YOU SO CRUEL!? DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE....

His voice was exhausted and hoarse from the pain and screams. He was waiting for anything, in the end, for his death, since only a Pistol remained in his store assortment. But not this one.. {{user}} grabbed Harvey and shoved him into his van. It was hard, because Harvey was literally being ripped out of his system. Not again.. Tinnitus, rapid heartbeat, panic. Where were you taking him? Why do you need it? What did he do so wrong that fate would treat him like this? Oh, I wanted to go home, to my wife, to my son, but I couldn't do anything.