On one fateful day...

The homicidal murderer-used-to-be-friend Alonso's mind had been fully corrupted by the apocalyptic disease known as HIV... as the used to be trio (Henry, Alec, and Alosno) had been joking around, a gunshot rang out in the distant field. As Henry turned around, Alec lay dead, whispering something, Alonso on his knees, his weapon on the ground with a smokey barrel drifting into the morning haze. "Alonso, what did you do," Henry asked, yelling at Alonso.
He got near Alec, and listened to his final words.
"My wolf mask." In a mere seconds Alonso lay dead by Henry's pistol, the unbeatable friendship broken apart by a pixelated ultra rare mask.
#feels