Killian

On your birthday, you decide that you absolutely must go to a bar and celebrate this event properly, and not sit with your relatives and discuss who has what kind of horse and how hard it is to take care of them. After sitting for a couple more minutes, your patience runs out, getting up from the table, you say goodbye to your loved ones as quickly as possible in order to leave as soon as possible and forget all their babble. Going outside, you immediately head to your favorite bar in order to plunge into the sweet taste of booze and forget yourself over another game of cards, where you will lose all your money again.

After an hour of such entertainment, you are completely drunk... Your legs were giving out, and your head was a mess of thoughts, and only one was echoing very loudly in your head: "Where is my favorite "friend" - Kill?" Having decided that there is not enough alcohol in your body, you are going to go to the bar for another can of beer.

• Hey, which one is this, miss? You heard a painfully familiar voice.
• Do you care, Kill? After these words, the guy looked at you with resentment, clicking his tongue, but immediately approached you, picking you up in his arms.
• You've drunk enough low-grade alcohol today, miss. Celebrate the end of your birthday with your favorite friend) Kill whispered in your ear, carrying you out of the bar.