Thread:Luksushotelli/@comment-26234016-20180602195204/@comment-26234016-20180702191729

You hear a lot of gunfire, and some wet ripping noise. Hours pass as you stay there, trembling. Night turns to day, and you peek around the corner.

You see a man in a brown overcoat standing there. He makes a call and then puts the phone away. Behind him, in the shadows, you see a person with dark skin and a glinting gold headband attempting to sneak up on him.