The Detective laughs derisively.
"You never did anything to me!" he mocks your pleading cries. "You maybe, but your kind has done more than enough to me for the begs of one insignificant human to matter anymore."
"What do you mean?" you ask, confused by his choice of vocabulary. But it doesn't matter because suddenly you feel the cold press of a gun barrel against your forehead. The blindfold still blocks your vision and the last thing you heard is the safety being flicked off.
Fin
-A. Oswald
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