"You're ruining my coat, fat fucking slob of shit." He looked at you stunned, he then went back to his angered expression. "Answer me you little shit!" He spat in your face. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?" He shouted, you looked at him and remained silent, he walked up to you and grabbed you by the collar. You had a holster on your left side, you putted on your Trench coat with a dark blue flannel and black jeans, you walked out of your room and walked to the door, until your drunken father woke up. Knife: The Legionnaire Bowie (Look it up) You hated them both, one day you snapped, you took out your knife you had under your bed you got from a friend who's dead, your only friend (B/F/N), with a note, 'A special present for your safety or anything else, to you (F/N) Wolfe, from (B/F/N) Rojas.'. You had a abusive drunk father and a sadist bitch of a whore mother, when your father beats you, your mother would just yell 'Keep it down and take the damn beating!' They would have sex every day and not care for you. You had a trench coat, it was a Black Faux Leather Long Gothic Trench coat. (Warning, language, killing, drug usage, it's Far Cry 3, what did you expect)
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