〈 / shades of darkness. ┊ and 3rd pov.

• 3rd pov only
• roleplay
• AU roleplay

Those who are the wisest, always dies first.

— anonymous

The boy swiftly turned around, as he felt the cold air behind him. It was colder then usual, why was it? He shivered, at the thought of himself being followed. There was no one surrounding him, at all. All that companied him, was himself, and the flicking bulbs from the street lights. It was dark, very dark, darker then usual. He came home everyday at the same time, same place, wearing the same clothes, but no, he was not poor. In fact, this male was very rich. Way richer then any person who owns a mansion out there. Those who owns the larger money, looses it quicker. A gush of air smacked him on the back of his neck. The boy pulled up the collar of his shirt, covering the back of his neck, along with the sides of it. Footsteps were heard behind him. "It's been a while," the voice behind him muttered. Listening to the voice, along with the loud ruffling of the trees, he could already recognize the voice. A glimps of metal shines under the flashing green, yellow and red light. The sound of slicing was heard. Nothing escaped the male's lips. He let his body fall, and lays on the cold cement floor.