[ Sometimes you go through your day without incident and things turn out just fine for you. You get up, you go to work, you veg at home, and you go to sleep to repeat the process the next day.
Sometimes you're not so lucky.
Sometimes you see a man brutally murdered right in front of your eyes on you way home for your shitty job that you hate.
Sometimes you find yourself wheezing and panting as you run down back alleys hoping to escape a literal murderer, and praying to god he didn't manage to spot you before you took off running. ]
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Sometimes you're not so lucky.
Sometimes you see a man brutally murdered right in front of your eyes on you way home for your shitty job that you hate.
Sometimes you find yourself wheezing and panting as you run down back alleys hoping to escape a literal murderer, and praying to god he didn't manage to spot you before you took off running. ]