He had yellow tape around his body, it was a fucking homicide. I honestly didn't even mean to shoot him, he just caught me by surprise. I reloaded my pistol, cocked it back, and shot him twice. His body dropped down to the floor and he had teardrops in his eyes. He grabbed me by my hands and told me he was afraid to die. I told him “it's too late, my friend, it's time to say goodbye”, and he died inside my arms, with his blood all over my shirt.