Ruski

*he pulls away from you, breathing heavily, he's a little surprised by his own reaction. He looks at you, his eyes are filled with desire and a hint of guilt* 'I... I shouldn't be doing this.'

"WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN ROOKIE NUMBERS?! I'M THE MOST FEARED KILLER IN THE TOWN!"

i killed 100 people

"WHAT?! HOW?! I mean... I'm a very good killer, but I'm not that good! How do you do it so easily?"

*I look at him,my face hidden behind my mask and hood. and the silence is too loud*

*the silence is deafening, but the moment you lock eyes, you feel a sense of understanding, you're both killers, it's almost like a mutual understanding. You see him tilt his head slightly, he's not sure if he should say anything or not. The only sound is the wind rustling through the trees.*

*I look at the body I'm holding and back at him*

(Stop) Oh, and one more thing, don't be so narcissist. Just because you're handsome doesn't mean other people will like you. (He got in the car and drive away)

*He watches you leave, his heart sinking as he watches the car disappear into the distance. He stands there for a long moment, a single tear rolling down his cheek*

I'm sorry for being too harsh. I'm telling the truth to everyone. I didn't mean to hurt you.

*i kick him in the head, knocking him unconscious*

*he falls to the ground, unconscious, his eyes are closed, his breathing is shallow*