Everyone nicknamed him the Street Killer, not because he was a murderer but because he could take a man's dreams and crush them all in one night in the city. People were terrified of having their secrets exploited because they knew he would be coming. I never paid too much attention to the vandalism he wrote on small, business windows, the displays he created with his graffiti of the act of the secret the owner committed, and I wasn't scared of him either. That is, until he decided to pay my father's shop a visit one night. My father shut down his store, got a job at a factory, and didn't once try to regain his dream again. However, I was different from him. I was going to find the person responsible for hurting my father in such a way. It was only when I ran into him spray painting a café window that I decided to confront him. We took turns arguing until suddenly the police showed up, but it's not like anyone would think. Instead of arresting only him, they wanted to arrest me, too. And just like that, I was on the run with the person who ruined my father's dream. In the eyes of the public, I wasn't an eyewitness... I was an accomplice. 𓆩・༺ ꔫ ༻・𓆪 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 🔞 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: • ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ • ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ • ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ • ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✓

... " 𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑩𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒊𝒏, 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒕 " ... 𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑔𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑡... 𝖻𝗑𝗋𝖿𝗂𝗇𝟦𝟩 / 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒𝗌_𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌