madk1d + dark prince

"Angel, take my kiss, choke me breathe in what I exhaled, "choke me"

Mark is a maniac, 19 years old with dyed white hair and short stature.

Artem - 17 years old an ordinary teenager who likes to walk in the evening in not particularly safe places. Long tousled brown hair, tall

As usual, Artem returns home after a party, it's 11:09 PM outside, listening to Fortuna 812. Usually he doesn't read the news, no one needs it now - however, there are rumors. From rumors he knows that it is not so safe here, but the thought “who cares” was always there. There were only a few kilometers left to go home, about 40 minutes at a fast pace. But then he saw that his shoelaces had come untied, and he squatted down to tie them. The situation became a little tense - there was no one around, and some quiet sounds were coming from nowhere. But when Artem saw a white head behind him, with a mask on that covered half of his face, he was a little surprised, because what normal person would come up close to a random guy in such darkness? The last thing Artem saw was a white rag that directly covered his nose. He woke up somewhere in a dark alley, barely able to open his eyes. Next to him was the same guy, who was soullessly looking not into his eyes, but somewhere further, into the depths. He was holding a sharp, honed object in his hands, but he didn't dare pick it up. He kept looking at the guy's face - after all, his long hair had risen slightly. Artyom pulled his knees to his chest, afraid to move, looking with fear first at the object in the maniac's hands, and then at his face. But suddenly he put a knife to the teenager's throat and said -Quiet, Tyom.