The full moon in the night sky illuminates Earth's surface without the help of any stars, not that there were any during this night. A young Colombian mother in her mid-30s is running down the street with her two children. Phanting continuously, and her energy is draining fast from carrying her children while being chased. All she could think about was saving herself by abandoning her children.
"PLEASE, TAKASHI, STOP! DON'T DO IT! WE CAN FIX THIS!"
"GREAT JOB ON GIVING OUT MY NAME!" Takashi replies.
These two men follow the woman and her child without any sign of letting up. The mother looks behind and sees the men catching up to her. The family is then hit by a speeding car. The mother dies after hitting the ground, but the children survive. The two men catch up and inspect the problem in front of them. After a quick conversation and what to do, one of the men pulls out an FN Reflex pistol and shoots the children, killing them. "We can't have any witnesses," the shooter mumbles.
After some arguing, one of them responds, "And what does being the bigger person change when no one cares for change?"
(Message to readers: I apologize for taking so long to write. I'm picking up this story again. I know this is unfavorable, but chapters will come out when they do. Chapter 1 is not finished, but I wrote this to get something out. Stay tuned for the rest of the chapter. -Author)