+volemerle

Alex took a deep breath and looked up at the address to confirm he was in the right place. He was. The apartment was nice. This victim was well off to afford a pretty nice place. He hated rich people. He’d probably enjoy this. He glanced down at his phone to check if all the make up that he had on covering up the bruises on his face from his dad was still effective. He was all set and his gun was hidden away safely. He knocked on the door and waited for it to open. “Erm… Hey. I’m doing a… a research paper for my school, right? I-I was wondering maybe you could answer a couple questions. It’s politics and stuff.” he explained when the door opened. He glanced down at the paper in his hand that he was using as a prop. All the words on it were gibberish to him. He tried to avoid looking at the woman in front of him directly. It was all worse when he looked at them, knowing what he had to do hurt.