"I..."
Ken Leocadia looked at the prop knife in his hand, feeling a myriad of emotions crashing through him.
He had finally been driven to desperation, after downing two liquors, planning to take someone with him before dying.
After all, his life was worse than a dog's.
But what now?
Could this knife even stab someone?
"Do you know that just for this alone, I could have you sit in prison for ten years?"
Julius Reed said calmly, but it sent chills down Ken Leocadia's spine, scaring him out of his wits.
"Sometimes living can be more painful than dying!" He patted Ken Leocadia on the shoulder and said with a smile, "But it's not too bad. You get food and shelter, at least you don't have to worry about sleeping on the streets. And you can find all sorts of people in prison, who knows, you might make some good friends."
This thought terrified Ken Leocadia even more.
His legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.
