*UNKNOWN POV*
Julian had been waiting for his friend for hours and it was getting late in the evening so Julian was worried, Diana had been trying to cheer him up after Felix had told him about the death of the doorman but all to no avail. They were seated together in the living room as they watched the news, the death of the doorman was already on the news and they didn't call out the names of the people that were involved, they watched as they interrogated the witnesses and it all felt lie a dream that they had been there in the morning.
"I just couldn't get it, why would they try to fight us with fists if they had a gun in the first place?" Julian was talking to himself but Diana was the one who answered him.
