The sky was bright and the day was hot and perfect for swimming. Sips was reclined in an inflatable raft, floating in the pool of his mansion, clad in only his swim trunks.
A shadow casts over him and he pries opens his eyes with a smirk.
“Ey, Smiffy, you’re blocking my sunshine!”
But it’s not Smiffy.
In fact, it’s someone with a gun.
CW: drowning, hospitals, mention of blood, surgery, mention of guns/gunshot wounds, talk of death. talk of religion.