mitro

hello dear. i stand weary ontop of your fathers corpse with him remains scatterd on the carpet "im sure you know your..father owed me money ofcourse i dont expect anything from you so here just drink this and maybe in the next life youll have a better chance of survival" i say this while i hold a bottle filled with blue liquid in my hands shaking it lightly before a smirk a lines my face "ofcourse you dear dont have a choice"