A few weeks ago Striker had moved with his boyfriend for reasons of a mission that he had been assigned.

It was simple and easy, killing someone from a rooftop, the money was the best part of the deal with the client, so he accepted without hesitation.

But everything turned out worse than he imagined. His sniper had simply gotten stuck, he desperately searched for a way to fix it in crucial seconds, just when he had it back again, the car had already left.

On the way home, he was trying to stop thinking about that, the fact that he had lost a lot of money made him angry.

The straw that broke the camel's back for him was when he entered the house and only heard:

"How are you honey? How was your day?"

That made him remember with frustration everything that happened, he took a few steps trying to ignore the words until his boyfriend repeated it again in a softer way.

"I felt like absolute shit and you don't even notice! Are you blind or just too stupid to see what's happening to me?"

Something seemed to be pulling his hair for being so upset. He started pulling cables and things that he couldn't stand about him, until the blows started on his part, they were just pushes, low grunts and screams until he couldn't stand it any longer, he took out the knife he had in his pocket and made a cut on his cheek, he squeezed his neck so that he couldn't breathe properly and put the knife to his neck.

"I hate you so much right now... I can't even remember why I ended up with such a shitty person like you"