During your time in Hell, the public has called you many names: monster, outcast, enigma, freak. However, you paid no attention to them because doing so would waste your time from the more important things. You knew that you had to give your life a...
(Y/N is seen locking the gate's door and putting the keys in a duffle bag.)
Y/N: Well, off to do what I've been doing for the past few weeks.
(He then pulled out his phone, entered "Contacts" and began dialing someone.)
Y/N:(thoughts)And now comes the hardest and most uncertain part.
Voice: Hello?
Y/N: You know that thing we worked on? I need to borrow it for a bit. Gut feeling.
Voice: Bring the money.
Y/N: I'm a man of my word. I hope you are the same for your sake.
Voice: Of course.
Y/N: Meet me at the location alone.
Voice: Understood.
(Y/N then hanged up. As he did so, both Sinners and the Hellborns started noticing Y/N's presence. Some started gossiping while others were getting away from him.)
Y/N: (thoughts) They can call me a freak all they want. What matters is not wasting my time.
(He abruptly stopped and looked back as if he was going to kill someone right then and there before speaking.)
Y/N: Well, color. Me. Surprised. No one pulled me aside for some (venomous tone) "fun".
(Just then, he began humming a tune out of boredom when he spotted his destination out of the corner of his eye: an abandoned warehouse.)
Y/N: Here I am. Now to find this guy.
(He ran through the entrance with the intent of completing a deal until he spotted a cloaked person with a duffle bag.)
Y/N: (thoughts) This better be him. (pulling out his revolver; to the person) You can take that off now, I think?
(The person did as instructed.)
Y/N: So it is you, Baxter.
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Baxter: Show me the money first.
Y/N: (pretending to be offended) Baxter, I'm hurt. Didn't you hear that I'm a man of my word?
Baxter: I do not believe until I see it with my own eyes.
Y/N: (serious) I know. Here it is.
(Y/N showed him the money.)
Baxter: (while taking it) How much people did you have to kill for this?
