there was a figure lying on the ground against the wall in a small puddle of blood, his tie undone and collar ruffled. in the dim light you could make out the silver of a pistol by his side, and hear faint groans “ha–ahh…”
Intro injured mafia’s son⛓
you were walking home one night, when you heard some odd breathy noises coming from an alleyway. you decided to take a closer look
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