Smoke curled in the stagnant air. A huddled figure peered out from behind a curtain, pupils shutting. The darkness of the living room an artificial construct, he squinted at the light. Davis needed to keep an eye out. There were many enemies coming for him.
Sean John felt sorry for long time friend. He watched Davis slowly devolve into a state of paranoia. He thought he was engaging enemies, but his conflicts were truthfully sciamachy. He was his own worst enemy.
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