You look down at the corpse that was once a living breathing human…a human with family and friends…a job…wants and needs…ambitions and failures…a human with a life like you.
you feel nothing for him.
In fact, it felt kinda good.

You had to kill him, he hurt your brother.
He said he didn’t even know who your brother was, but you know he’s lying…he has to be.
It doesn’t matter now.

You hear a knock at the door, it must be his mother who lived here with him.
she must’ve heard the gunshot, but only slightly as she doesn’t seem to be in a panic.
You could try climbing out the window, but you’re on the second story of the building.
Your only other option is answering the door and figuring out how to deal with the mother.

You don’t have much time to choose…