BAM!
The door flew open with enough force to crack the wall behind it.
Leo sighed without looking up from his game. "Damn. He's early."
Heavy footsteps crossed the room. Leo kept his eyes on the screen where an NPC waited his response, his fingers still moving across the controller.
"And I was just getting to the good part," he muttered.
Click.
The metallic sound sliced through the air—clean, precise, and unmistakable. The sound of a gun being readied, a bullet sliding into the chamber.
Still, Leo didn't turn around.
He didn't have to.
A slow grin spread across his face, his thumbs continuing their idle tapping on the controller as if the loaded weapon at his back was just some prank.
"You're early," he said, voice casual, almost amused. "But why the gun?"
Leo stretched his arms overhead and leaned back.
Behind him, Elvis trembled—not from fear but from rage. Pure. Uncontrollable. Raw. His eyes fixed on the one person he had once called—
Friend.
But Leo found that word laughable.
Friend? What a joke.
In Leo's experience, there was no such thing in this world. Only users and the used. People who got close just long enough to extract value before discarding you like an empty beer can.
He knew that better than most.
And he sure as hell wasn't about to play best friend to the main character in this little drama. That role only ever ended one way—as the disposable sidekick, tossed aside when no longer useful.
"I trusted you, Leo..." Elvis's voice cracked, the gun shaking in his white-knuckled grip. "I fucking trusted you to take care of Anna while I was gone—AND YOU SLEPT WITH HER?!"
The last words emerged as a roar. The gun slide sang again.
Leo didn't flinch.
He just smiled.
"Oh, that's what this is about?" he asked, tone light as though they were discussing dinner plans. "Funny... last I checked, you and my girl were doing some crazy shit behind my back."
BAM!
The shot exploded through the room—deafening, furious—but caught only air.
Elvis screamed, spittle flying from his lips: "T-That's different! Completely different! She—she forced herself on me!"
Leo sighed. Deeply.
God, he hated protagonists.
So self-righteous. So blind.
Pieces of shit who always saw themselves as the victim, even when their hands were stained red with the blood of others.
But the truth was, Leo had never really cared about Lisa in the first place. He'd always known how this story would end. So he'd never allowed himself any real attachments from the beginning.
BAM!
"Ugh," Leo groaned as a bullet finally found flesh, grazing his shoulder. Blood seeped into his pristine white shirt, spreading like spilled wine across expensive fabric.
"At least aim, dumbass."
He rolled his eyes, touching the wound with more irritation than pain.
"WHY?! TELL ME WHY!" Elvis screamed, eyes wild with grief and betrayal. "WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU?! I TOOK YOU IN! I CALLED YOU MY BROTHER!"
BAM!
Another shot. This one didn't miss.
Leo's right arm jerked backward as bone shattered beneath skin. Blood exploded outward, painting the wall behind him in a grotesque mural of crimson droplets.
He winced. Gritted his teeth. And then... laughed.
"Why...?" he echoed, each breath coming harder now.
Then he laughed harder, the sound rattling in his chest.
"Fucker actually asked why?"
He tilted his head back against the sofa, still chuckling even as blood flowed freely down his arm, dripping onto the expensive leather beneath him.
"I swear to God, if you don't give me the answers I want—I'LL BLOW YOUR FUCKING BRAINS OUT!" Elvis roared, gun barrel shaking with the force of his rage.
"You slept with Lisa behind my back," Leo snarled, laughter evaporating like morning dew. "Not once. Not twice. Not even three times—how stupid do you think I am?! A brother? Are you fucking kidding me?!"
BAM!
This bullet tore through his left shoulder, spinning him halfway around with its force.
"It was consensual, she was tired of you! I didn't force myself on her!"
"So when it's me, you automatically conclude I am the one who initiated it? Well, sorry to burst your bubble, it was SHE who made it all happen."
Another click as Elvis thumbed back the hammer.
BAM!
"SHUT UP! THAT'S A LIE! You drugged and molested Anna! THAT'S THE ONLY EXPLANATION!"
BAM!
Blood spattered the coffee table. Leo's game controller tumbled from his fingers.
"Hahaha," Leo wheezed through bloody teeth. "I truly don't know where you get this ego. So my Lisa can cheat on me, but your Anna can't?"
Pain radiated through his body in waves now, but pain was an old friend.
"She belongs to me! She knows it! She can never cheat on me! You molested her!" Elvis howled.
"Haha... Cringy as fuck," Leo laughed, blood bubbling at the corner of his mouth.
BAM!
"Damn! How the hell do you keep missing my vital points, fucker?" Leo muttered as another wave of agony slammed into him.
The bastard kept shooting him in places that wouldn't kill him outright but hurt like hell—arms, shoulders, thighs. Prolonging the suffering. Making it personal.
"I. WANT. AN. ANSWER! DID YOU DRUG HER?!"
BAM!
"Ahh!" Leo cried out, biting his lip to stifle the sound before forcing out another laugh. A real laugh, despite everything.
"I didn't, you pitiful fuck... Didn't have to," he said, lips stretching into a bloody grin. "You think the world revolves around you, don't you?"
Well... it kinda does, he thought privately, eyes drifting back to the frozen game on the screen, vision beginning to blur at the edges.
"CAN'T just accept the fact I tasted her before you could, right?" he taunted, knowing exactly which buttons to push.
Something snapped behind Elvis's eyes—the last fragile tether of restraint.
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
Then the hollow click of an empty chamber.
Even with all this rage, the fucker had missed Leo's heart, head, and every other spot that would have granted him a quick death.
Leo felt irritated, but in a strange way, he saw this as an opportunity. Maybe he could clear some of the karmic burden with all this pain before the end.
"You shut up!" Elvis screamed, fumbling to reload. "Should have killed you the moment Lisa told me what you really are, a snake!"
"Snake? Haha... hypocrites," Leo whispered, his eyes growing heavy.
"SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
BAM! BAM! BAM!
This time, Leo felt it. The true approach of death. Not just pain, but the shutting down of systems, the drawing of final curtains.
He grinned.
For a moment, all he wondered was what the next life would bring. But God, he was exhausted from carrying all this karmic debt that just kept accumulating with everything he did.
At this point, he just wanted out.
"Heh, well, since I am dying, might as well let you know this..." he rasped, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "Anna made my night. I can't thank you enough for saving her for me all this time. You really had the best in mind for your 'brother.'"
BAM! BAM! BAM!
"DIE! DIE! DIE!"
But then...
BAM!
This sound was different.
Leo's smile twitched, confusion clouding his fading consciousness.
That wasn't Elvis's gun. That was a pistol—sharper, higher-pitched.
He forced his bloodied, blurry eyes open but couldn't make sense of what he was seeing.
"What... what... what happened? Elvis?" he muttered, but there was no answer.
Instead, he heard:
Trembling, sobbing breaths. Hesitant footsteps.
No.
NO, PLEASE NO.
FUCK NOOOOOO!
He screamed internally as cold realization crashed through him. This wasn't how it was supposed to end. This wasn't the plan.
"YOU BITCH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!" The scream tore from his throat, born not just from the physical agony engulfing him but from real emotional pain. It always ended differently than he planned. The universe's cruel joke.
Tears began streaming down his face, cutting clean tracks through the blood. He was so tired. No matter what he did, he just kept accumulating more karmic debt.
At this point, he was nothing but a slave to fate.
"Sobs No, Leo, you can't die," came a trembling female voice.
His body began shutting down, systems failing one by one.
Lisa.
"Why... you killed him... I THOUGHT YOU FUCKING LOVED HIM, YOU STUPID BITCH!" Leo screamed, the words ragged and wet.
"I came to understand... I didn't love him... I was just frustrated..." Her voice broke. "You never showed it... You never acted like you loved me... I thought... I... sobs... It's you I love... I can't lose you."
He felt trembling hands on his face, warm tears falling onto his skin.
"You... are one... sick bitch," he managed to say.
And then...
Darkness.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!"
And then.
BAM!
Something inside Leo's chest released—not peace, not acceptance, but a strange sense of inevitability. As consciousness slipped away, a single coherent thought formed in his mind:
I really should've finished that fucking game.
Then everything went black.
Only to be replaced by a blinding white light.