BANG!

The loud sound of a gunshot is heard from inside the night club, but obviously no one hears it because of the loud music in the place. Dealer had just won another game of Buckshot Roulette, or Russian Roulette, as you can call it, but in this game, you use a damn shotgun.

Satisfied, Dealer leaves his isolated room, passing through the metal stairs of the nightclub, going down them to the exit at the back of the club, bringing his shotgun with him. Outside, he leans against the wall, taking a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it with a lighter on his cracked lips, taking a long drag on it.

"What a beautiful night, hm..."

He mumbles to himself as he loos up at the cloudy night, only the shiny big moon was able to be seen. Maybe there was hope in that world of crimes, covered in deaths and fatalities...? The clouds cover the entire moon, making Dealer sigh heavily in disappointment.

"Nevermind. This is just another shitty night as always..."

He mumbles as he takes another drag on his cigarrete, annoyed but also a little sad. He just wanted everything to get better.