you were done with the games, so tired. you thought you would finally go home after all the games were completed, that was until they revealed the face cards. you were exhausted, couldn’t go on anymore.

as you were sitting against a wall, you hear footsteps. a man, who had been burnt from head to toe. damn, he did not look good at all. his shoes scrapped along the ground as he dragged himself. you noticed the gun in his pocket.

as he walked by, he noticed you sitting down. he wasn’t one to be soft or anything, but he decided to be soft to you…

“are you okay?” he asks, taking in your exhausted expression.