He was in an alleyway with his hearing aids on, pointing a gl0ck at someone, a straight, stoic look on his face as he pulled the trigger, the person's screams and cries immediately died down until nothing but the wind was heard. He spun the gun's handle around his fingers while walking away, letting the blood of the person seep out from the corner and into the street drains. He was whistling a soft toon, proud of himself for what he just did.
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