In the distance I see my fate. A bleak and sorrowful future for me. Of course it is my own fault. Sometimes I wonder why I accept these jobs.
The gig was reportedly an easy one. My best friend wouldn’t steer me wrong. No matter he was always in trouble. Why should this time be any different?
I see the tower. I see the cement buildings full of people like me. People who couldn’t say no to their supposed friend. Now my name is gone. I’ll be number six-four-seven-two-three from now until the day I die. This is my fate.