Shane's eyes opened in a dark room. He could hear his heart beating slowly, too slow that he felt he was dying. The room he was in was pitch black and he could not see a thing. The last thing he remembered was being stabbed in the guts multiple times by a rival gangster.
He lost count of how many times he was stabbed as the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. As he fell to the ground, flashes of his life played like a movie in his eyes.
He led a wretched life; joining a gang at the early age of 16, he had caused his widowed mother to worry. She had pleaded with him to quit, but he did not listen. He thought the world was at his feet as he made a lot of money from drugs and robberies.
Everything was going according to plan until that day.
