HM THEMES
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A gunshot.

The sound is loud and blaring, ringing in his ears even minutes after it’s fired. It is there. It is real. It reverberates about and throughout the empty, desolate alleyway, and he stands there with his hands shaking.

A man is dead in front of him, hole in the back of his mouth, blood oozing out slowly. His clothes are, thankfully, black, and they don’t stain where they could have. They do not remind the shooter of his sin.

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Mu La Flaga is an eighteen year old footsoldier who hasn’t even finished his training. He stands in a broken-down alley of a town he is unaware of, index finger curled over the trigger of a gun. His eyes are wide, corners turning wet with the smallest indication of stressful tears. There is sweat dripping on his face. There is a knife wound in his side. His lower lip is trembling.

He doesn’t

know

what’s going on.