It's been a few months since that whole—whatever happened two months ago. It's surprising but not surprising at the same time how I didn't even get another mission after that. I can still remember the death of Rocke, the blood splattering over my body. I still shake thinking of that to this day.
But now that's all over, with nothing to worry about I hope. Now life is back to normal, with my family, my friends like Greg. Although Kirk Jexifan was still a big thorn in my life, it was a wound that I could manage.
I'm still worried about two people—September and Nikki—who both like me, or at least I like one of them at least. But the thing is September knows but does Nikki? Either way, I'm not gonna try and worry about it.
