22:18 hrs. Eighth Monday
Will: Lucas? Little brother, what is happening?
Will: Luke?
Luke: he leave us rn.
Will: what? who?
Luke: the faggot. it's dead.
Will: I don't understand, who is this?
Luke: imma call you from caesars bar. nobody can mess w my son.
Will: Fuckng psycho. If you do something to my brother I'm gonna kill you.
Luke: too late
Luke: 📷
Luke: he's already dead.
