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 ✓