He cloaked himself in the corner, the blinds for the window concealing him. He tried not to make a noise, a tear rolling down his check. The same thoughts going through his head. They're all dead. He tried to silence his breathing. There were seven of them, before he came. Rico, the first to go down. The man came and smashed Rico's head against the wall. There was still some blood on his shirt, clashing with it's light grey and white stripes. Next was Michelle. She tried to escape, but he had a gun and shot her. He could still remember the echo of the gunshot. One shot was all it took, and once the bullet ripped through her skull she was dead. Then went Sandy. He shot her several times before she went to join the others ling on the ground, lifeless. Bruno went just like Sandy. Then we decided to stick together. He got Nelson from behind, strangling him. That's when I ran. Suddenly, the blinds were torn open. The man was standing there with a gun in his hand. The man lifted it up until it was aligned with his head. "Sorry, but your friend Tony messed with the mob, and I have orders to leave no witnesses." He closed his eyes. Another tear rolled down his check.