'Gather here right now!' shouted the man with huge tattoos on his back, 'Quick! I don't like slow!'
Everyone run towards the old and dirty meeting place. The place was a very stuffy and dirty room, and it was also the only room that they had.
'Attention!' Shouted the man with huge muscles on his arm, he was the one with tattoos, really big.
'We had to move!' he paused and continue, 'they found us.'
He grab a glass of water beside him which was dirty to clear his throat.
'Who the heck put it here! You are so doom!'
He stopped and look around. The old and fragile man side at the corner look anxious and scared.
'MEN!' he scream at his top of his lung. Everyone shudder, they were all afraid of him but they had no choice to stay at his side.
'Get that shit out of here. You all decided how to finish him!'
He pointed at the old man at the left corner. Everyone stare while the old innocent man was dragged away from the room.
'No! No! Is... is... I am innocent...' the poor man shrugged and his voice started to fade away the one word they heard was 'framed'.
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