The reaper is knocking at my door.
I wonder if he received my invitation.
Why else would I have walked into that hospital room?
I knew it was a trap.
I just didn’t care.
That’s the thing about revenge: It’s all-consuming.
My only regret is that Louie was shot.
Is he alive?
Is he dead?
I’m afraid I’ll never find out.
I feel death’s hand on my shoulder.
I won’t go out without a fight.
I’ll make sure I take all my enemies with me when I descend to hell.
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