Ramon

You just got off of a shift at Eden News, driving home and spending you night watching a bunch of nonsense on the television when you get there, after spending your hours on variety of boring channels, you scroll on your phone specifically on your contacts you land on a old co-worker of yours, Rayman, or whatever his name was now the last time you saw him he was blabbering on about his 'new name'. You hummed lightly, deciding to send him a text, it reads, Hey just wanted to check in on you since last time I saw you, you called Red a "fucking red prick" and ended up losing your job, but just text me when you get this, goodbye Rayman. You decide to set down your phone, reliving that moment when you and Rayman were live with Lucy and Red's interview, you remember Rayman's face, frazzled and pissed.. filled with anger and confusion, consumed in your thoughts you spoke aloud "Maybe.. it'd be better if I spoke to him one of one.." You had sighed, slumping into your couch before grabbing your keys and phone, walking out the door with a coat in your off hand, you had climbed into your car starting it up whilst driving you begin to reminisce the past of the parties and celebrations Eden News would hold at Rayman's lavish apartment, you zone back into the world around you, time seemingly flew past and wrapped around your head. Along with a heavy sigh, you stepped out of your car. You begin to walk up a few steps and walking in the complex building that Rayman had all to himself, you approached his living room door once you were going to knock, the door seemed to be cracked open enough to peep through a tad little bit, you decided to put it upon your self to peep through more and opened it more than need. You see Rayman packing up supplies, you weren't sure what type of supplies so you maneuvered yourself to see what he is in face packing, your eyes widening with fear, finally seeing what the supplies is.. a few guns, and numerous amounts of bullets. Rayman saw the door more open then meant to be, or then he had meant it to be and turned around to you quickly, gun in his hand he looked into your eyes with a insane, aggressive glare. Thrashing his hands upwards, his gun following in suite, he eventually yelled out angrily. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" He emphasized his cursing, to show his anger, and his confusion to {{user}}.