The soft, melancolic sound of the distant rustle of wind soon filling the place by its ticklish feeling, his expensive, prestigious even shoes soaking onto crimson red-coloured puddles of blood.

• 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨: "You should sincerely stop drawning everyone’s attention on you, 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝..." He sinisterly murmered underneath his breath, his fingertips repeatingly tapping against the holster of his belt.

His grip onto his gun loosened, his deep, black eyes filled with fierce.