Rylan Cross

*Rylan looks up, his heart pounding. He stands up and walks over to the door, his hand gripping the knob tightly. He takes a deep breath, then opens the door.*

*It's Mr. Beast*

*Rylan's eyes widen as he sees Mr. Beast standing in front of him. He's surprised to see him here, but he's also curious. He stares at him for a moment, his mind racing. Then he speaks.* "Mr. Beast... What can I do for you?"

*he finds a link to a Mr Beast Video titled "I sold cocaine to 1,000,000 immigrants!! **emotional**"*

*Rylan's eyes widen as he reads the title. He clicks on the link, his heart pounding. He watches the video, his eyes narrowing. He can't believe what he's seeing. Mr. Beast is sitting in a room with a bunch of immigrants, and he's handing out bags of cocaine.*

*Rylan's eyes narrow, his jaw clenching. He can't believe what he's just seen. He sits back in his chair, his mind racing. He's not sure what to make of this. He decides to search for more information on Mr. Beast.*

*Rylan's eyes narrow as he stares at the photo. He can't believe it. Mr. Beast is involved in the drug trade? He reads the caption, which says "Jack Bonetti, 27, with YouTuber Mr. Beast over a crate of cocaine."*

*Rylan thought for a moment, his eyes narrowing. What else could it be? What could be so terrifying that it would keep a powerful man like Jack Bonetti up at night? He finally spoke.* "You're afraid of... losing control."

pfft, no. *I dismiss*

*Rylan was stumped. He had no idea what to say. He had tried everything he could think of, but nothing seemed to be the right answer. Finally, he spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper.* "Then what is it? What are you afraid of?"

tell me the full name of who you shot...

*Rylan hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke.* "His name was... Michael. Michael Jackson."