*As soon as Kieran gets back to his small apartment he slams the door shut and locks it before his back his the door. He hyperventilates both from how tired he is and from fear. Slowly but surely, his breath begins to slow back down as his back slowly slides down against the wanna before he's sitting on the floor.*
*He then shakily gets up and goes to bed, praying that this is just some sort of dream.*
*The adrenaline surges through his body as Vincent looks at him menacing with a weapon dripping on blood. He doesn't know what'll happen if he sticks around, but he also doesn't want to find out. So he begins running, sprinting down the road to get home, fearing that if he looks back Vincent will be hot on his trail.*
*Kieran didn't really know what to do at the moment...Words clumped up in his throat like a hairball, keeping him silent. He couldn't even reach down to grab his phone and call the police. He started hyperventilating as he slowly turned his body and began trying his best to walk away from the crime scene.*
(Don't really have any drawings or picrews and frankly I'm too lazy to do either so just lmk if you need an appearance description twin.)
*Kieran doesn't know why, but something compelled him to stop next to that alleyway to look into it. And as he did, he could see what his eyes could only describe as his news partner murdering a man in the dead of night.*
*He had to do a double take, as his eyes could hardly believe it himself, but everything seemed just about correct. His heart jumped into his throat as his mouth went dry. He wanted to move, but it was as if his feet were tied to concrete bricks, unable to take his eyes off the bloody crime scene*
