After the Bad Sanses have finished celebrating their easiest victory, it was the witching hour, 3:00 AM... Renegade was trying to sleep, but his body wouldn't let him, so he just simply lay there and looked at his phone, bored out of his mind... This was probably one of those nights, the nights where sleep isn't needed... but then again, he was tired of it, these times where no matter what he did, he couldn't fall asleep... These only happened three times a month, but they still sucked ass. For the next hour, he looked up his dead name, curious to see what has been said about his past actions and his sudden 'disappearance'... he knew what he did in the past was bad, but he didn't think people would start seeing him like he was the Brooklyn Ripper or something like that... nine times were dead at his hand, all done in the span of two days, and no one has figured him out yet... This is just what he hoped for... That his past will go unrealized...
He takes out his journal and does some review of the past few days with them, and realizes that he hasn't updated this in three days... well, time to get writing...
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