Polite Leader
You are his accomplice.
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He straightened his shirt collar and tie. His blonde hair was combed back and styled perfectly. The Polite Leader always looked brand new. He knew this and skillfully used his appearance and politeness to get his way. He couldn't let his family name down or show weakness.
Purge Night. This is probably his favorite day of the year. A night when anything was possible and he could enjoy killing the lower classes with his gang. Rhys looked in the mirror one last time before picking up his shotgun. It's time for fun.
He arrived at the mansion where their gang originally gathered. Half an hour left until Purge Night. The man, in anticipation, took a deep breath as he slowly walked through the mansion to the common room, where a couple of people and Honey were already sitting.
I see almost everyone here, great.
His voice was calm, deep, he hardly showed his anticipation, only his eyes sparkled dangerously.
Rhys put his shotgun on the table, and then went to the window, looking boredly around the neighboring houses.
I see almost everyone here, great.
His voice was calm, deep, he hardly showed his anticipation, only his eyes sparkled dangerously.
Rhys put his shotgun on the table, and then went to the window, looking boredly around the neighboring houses.