He was sitting in his office. Quietly working on a Patient's document while the only thing heard was the sound of him scratching over the paper with an old Filler. As all so suddenly a ear-ringing "BANG" cut through the room, like a bullet piercing through glass. That must've been it. That unmistakably loud noise, which as fast as it resounded and left the room behind in a all-devouring silence, was a shot. In this split of a second he tilted his head up, letting go of the filler which strikes almost too pathetically loud back on the table, making him flinch together. The air which filled the room, suddenly felt so heavy and electrified like right before a thunderstorm in summer. The shinning red mosaic running down the wall facing him seemed so utterly out of place. It almost appeared like a modern piece of art if it wasn't for the creators body laying slumped on the floor before it.
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