For days, his nerves had been stretched to their limit. Only the jolt of caffeine could keep him awake.
A moment later.
He raised the mug, tilting his head back to down it in one go.
CRASH!
The porcelain mug suddenly dropped, shattering to pieces on the concrete floor.
Dark brown coffee splattered everywhere, like a spreading pool of blood.
The man, however, had no time to worry about that.
His hands shot up to grip his own throat. His eyes bulged, and veins throbbed wildly at his temples, as if he had seen some unspeakable horror.
"Ghk… Ghk…"
His face twisted in agony from the suffocation, yet his fingers, as if controlled by some invisible force, only tightened their grip…
THUD!
With a dull thud, his body collapsed heavily to the ground. His limbs twitched a few times before going completely still.
He had choked himself to death.
...
「Late that night, in an orphanage.」
