Trost never really had a vivid sunny day as most of the time the sky would be blanketed with thick grey clouds, dropping the temperature to a great extent, making it appear lifeless and stale. Everyday was more bleak than the other while rain wasn't cherished a lot in this pathetic excuse of a civilization. Calm breeze blew past a small figure clad in all monochrome who was standing on the sidewalk of the street, lighting a cigarette that was dangling from his closed thin lips. He took a long drag from it, letting the lethal gas fill his lungs to calm his nerves. Normally he didn't smoke but today might be an exceptional case. He had witnessed and performed many murders but this current situation was affecting him more than it should.

"Please leave u-us ! We didn't do anything wrong !" shrieked a freckled boy. He seemed to be in his teenage days, perhaps eighteen or nineteen. Freckled boy was shaking robustly whilst Kenny just laughed to mirror his wickedness. It wasn't even a laugh one would perform encountering a joke but it was dry, dull and full of evil intentions.

"Didn't do anything wrong?! You two were sucking each other's faces! You homosexual morons !" Kenny snarled at the two boys who were kneeling at the middle of a deserted road due to a bullet digged in each of their calves.

"Please don't do anything to Marco !" cried another boy who had bi-coloured hair. Marco stared at him wide-eyed, clearly not content with the words that had left his bleeding lips.

"J-Jean ! No ! You deserve to live !" A tear strolled down his freckled cheek.

Kenny made some gagging noises deriding Marco and Jean's affinity for each other. From far away, Levi's breath hitched on seeing Kenny's behaviour. Albeit Levi was used to these activities that their gang performed, he couldn't help but turn away his gaze from the scene that was about to be coloured crimson.

Petra, his sister, would always try to buoy up his spirits with that honey dripping tone of hers, telling him he is special because he likes guys. Levi exhaled another puff of nicotine permeated air, not saying anything. Levi resented himself for being homosexual and the worst part was, he was familiar with a certain couple,Jean and Marco. He would sometimes stand on this sidewalk with his hoodie on, watching them as they would pass by hand-in-hand ,laughing, smiling , jubilating the bits of life together. Was Levi envious? Albeit he wouldn't admit it, his lips would consistently show a slight upward curl whenever the lovers walked past him. Now, it was his fault, his fault that they were facing Kenny's wrath. If he had not walked up to this exact location, on this sidewalk, like always, then Kenny wouldn't have followed him here and seen them.

Why was Levi thinking about all this? He had performed many murders but why have regrets now? Maybe he had entered that part of his life where philosophical thoughts were starting to bug his mind but to reciprocate that statement, he was just twenty eight years old.

A reassuring hand landed on Levi's shoulder from behind and he instantly knew whose hand it was as a loving and warm feeling unfurled his current contracted heart. Petra. She was the only woman Levi could ever care for. Petra met her hazel eyes with his grey ones with her eyebrows were furrowed together, questioning Levi. "What are you doing here?" She framed her thoughts into words. He was about to answer but Petra but her grip over his shoulder tightened, "W-Who is he? Why are those people bleeding?" Pure fear framed her voice.

"Petra," his monotone voice addressed her. "Go before Kenny sees you. I don't want him laying a finger on you." All these years, he had kept her safe out of Kenny's reach. She would often question Levi why won't he just walk away from that life full of regrets. He never had a logical answer to support his deeds but was just trying to protect her as he wanted to have enough power in his hands with which he could keep what's left with him under his protection.

"Yes but-"

A blast of gun prevented her from speaking any further. Levi froze in his place, having the exact idea why and whose gun went off.

"Go go go go." Levi pushed Petra out of the sidewalk. Petra gave a gasp of horror indicating that her innocent eyes had landed on that horrifying scene. Levi took her hand and dragged her before Kenny could turn and see them together.

"You shouldn't have been out here," Levi hissed to her as they stopped near an abandoned departmental store. Petra was about to say something but her trembling lips didn't allow any sensible words to be framed.

Levi pulled her close to himself, trying to calm that poor soul who had witnessed what Levi witnesses in his day-to-day life. He pulled out his cell phone and pressed certain digits on the keypad. "Hello? Yes Olou. Kenny has done it again and this time on the middle of the road. Take care of the bodies, get it? Good."

He shoved it back on his back pocket and took a look at Petra. "I'm so sorry," he said as he hugged her closer.

"B-but they died. W-Why didn't you do something?" she managed to quiver in between pained sobs.

"Because it's too late to walk away from this life, Petra."

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