Guardian purple fender.

Winn..., wing! Wing! Wing!

A resounding broken computer sitting over a desk, the light bulbs kept flickering over the room in a remote motion of tsk,.. tsk,... Flashing the grid walls of gray room with flashing glint triggering a dark blue spiraling atmosphere with electric bulbs going on and off consecutively.

A man laid up against the wall, lifeless. His eyes were tightly closed without moving, beads of sweat clogged his lowered forehead adding to his hidden perched lips placing a hand on his stomach, all motionless. His dark hair stuck harder to his sweaty face, the smell of blood and sweat reeked around him, the red glow in his skin showed how it hadn't been long he passed away, probably a gun wound.