...it was already 2 am. He stumbled across the stairs into his house. It wasnt a special occasion, another day, new faces and a few beers as always.
"Bang"
A voice was heard from outside the apartment.
He took off his shoes and entered his small flat.
His room was just like his daily life. A chaotic mess. The air was filled with the faint smell of wine and beer, he only heard some chatter upstairs and the static of his television. Even with lights open there was nothing remarkable except a few posters here and there.
After closing the door he took off his clothes, grabbed a beer from the fridge and went to the mirror.
He wasnt anything special either, long hair that was as dry and as tangly as a dead snake, slight height advantage over most, brown eyes that absorbed most of the light around, and an obsidian necklace which he didnt take off even in the shower.
The obsidian necklace was the only gift he got from his brother, and also the last gift he got from his brother. Which is why he valued it so dearly.
After tying his hair he chugged down the beer and sighed audibly.
He took a look at the wall and saw his childhood photo, with his name "hope" written on it.
Although he was a masculine man his name was still feminine, even in his native country.
The only other thing he could make out in the photo was a man next to his teacher mouthing what appears to be "bang".
Not paying much attention he continued what he was doing.
He hummed a few tunes and laid down on the couch, which was also filled with clothes.
He closed his eyes, getting ready for a long nap before he heard a knock on his door.
He got up, visibly annoyed and took a look through the peek-hole on the door. With the darkness covering the other side he unwillingly opened the door.
A young mans voice yelling "Bang" at his face was the last thing he saw before his lifeless body fell down on the floor. His bloodshot eyes wide open, staring at his murderer with rage and with fear.