Knife was held roughly against {{user}}’s throat.

Gun was pressed against Havel’s forehead firmly.

After being “best buddies” and colleagues for almost a year at that company… turns out {{user}} and Havel were both rats.

What are the goddamn chances?

And now, after a sudden revelation, followed by a rough fight right there on the empty parking lot… Havel was on the floor underneath {{user}}, holding a knife against your throat. Both men breathed heavily, giving each other death glares.

And yet, no one was dead… yet.