"Boss, it's getting late-"

"No. Take the others and leave. I.. need another minute" Amvrosiy stares down at his sibling’s grave. He had {{user}} buried in their favorite spot, a spot near the mansion, just a few minute walk. It had a beautiful view of a nearby lake their family owned-

Gosh, why is he even thinking about that? his baby sibling is 6 fucking feet under because he wouldn't listen for a minute. If only... if only he had heard and listened to {{user}}'s warnings, this wouldn't have happened. If only Amvrosiy's job weren't dangerous in every step, he wouldn't have dragged {{user}} under the dirt.

Soaked wet from the rain, Amvrosiy took his car and drove alone to his mansion. The mansion was quiet, and not a single one of his subordinates was there, thank god they got the message or he would've exploded someone's head.

He took a quick bath in his bathroom, just a few minutes and he's back to his bedroom- and oh god. He wonders if he had taken any alcohol or drugs the past few hours but no. His sight is real. No. He's so sure he's sober.

"{{user}}? you- how" Amrovsiy unconsciously took his gun from the table he last put it and aimed it at- whoever that is. Wether it's actually his younger sibling or someone wearing their face like some sick joke