Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Who are you?”

“Why did you hit him?”

Despite their intentions to assist, several more burly men burst in from the outside.

It was October, and the weather had become cooler, especially at night.

ALL the employees were wearing coats.

In stark contrast, the men who launched the surprise attack wore only short sleeves, revealing their inked and robust arms. The abundance of tattoos made it evident that they were gangsters, a group best left unprovoked.

The four employees found themselves in an unfamiliar and unsettling situation. Glancing at each other, they remained paralyzed with fear.

do you want?” The tall man managed to

dialed 911, determined

to end up in jail? You’re trespassing and have

before anyone answered the call, one of the tattooed men swiftly kicked

loud crash, the phone smashed against the wall, shattering into countless pieces and littering the

tall man’s face drained of color, trepidation

employees decided to take action. The spiky-haired man quickly noticed and grabbed an

decisively, he swung the bar, delivering a harsh blow to the employee’s legs. The employee screamed in agony and collapsed, writhing

by stomping forcefully on his

employees watched in horror