King Khan's Shackles
The man who tries to convey a message
Club night xxxxxxx,
city centre.
A man was seen moving with difficulty to get into the night club in front of him without letting out a single sound. He moved from the outside area as if chased out by someone, the look on his face displayed a deep anxiety and many times he tried to hold his neck. It can be seen at this time however the efforts of his footsteps that seemed not okay, trying to walk with a stagger as if the man was drunk, but in fact the man was not drunk at all, but he was struggling to drag his footsteps into there to get to the exact destination he wanted.
I don't know what happened before, but it seems like the man seemed to want to convey a news that is quite important to someone who the nightclub. It could be seen with a gasp of breath and also a pale face, the man continued to force his footsteps to go inside there.
Several times he fell and collapsed from his position, where several people inside the nightclub tried to help him to stand and walk, but several times also the man tried to dismiss some of the help that was in front of him because he was quite afraid if the people who wanted to help him were not good people and might be threatening his life.
Although some people suspected the man's footsteps, because the nightclub was filled with the same people, being drunk and careless or falling many times over consuming too many drinks or drugs makes them think it is common and not surprising anymore.
In the man's long struggle, he finally made it to that door point inside the nightclub with a desperate attempt, he tried to reach the entrance of one of the rooms in his left corner and banged on her in his desperate attempt.
Takkkkk.
The door was opened by someone inside.
"Sir." The man spoke quickly and tried to get in there in his long struggle.
Some of the women in there surrounding a man in his 35s were shocked, choosing not to seduce and embrace him again because of the arrival of an uninvited guest. The 35-year-old man moved his finger and gave the codes to the women to come out.
"Mr I-I,"
Brakkkkk.
Not yet had the man who came just now to talk, he immediately collapsed from his position. Coughing in his pale face and accompanied by cold sweat that gushed wet the entire surface of the face and body. The following typed behind his cough instantly spurted fresh blood from his mouth and,
"Akkkkhhh."
"Akhhhhhh."
"Akhhhhhh."
The shrill screams of the women broke the atmosphere.
The man tried to grip his neck and himself as if trying to talk but also tried to save himself but unfortunately failed. It did not take long for the man to die.
"What happened to you, damn it?."