THE UNINTENDED ACCIDENT

In the midst of his dark and gloomy room, Darsh was typing frantically on his old laptop, as if his life would be in danger if he didn't finish his work.

*Suddenly, a loud noise came from behind him.*

There was a strange-looking man wearing black from head to toe, with a mask covering his entire head except for his eyes. He pointed a Glog-17 at Darsh and asked, "Are you Matthew?"

Darsh, who had never seen a real gun from such close proximity in his 37 years of life, felt shivers run down his spine. He was petrified with fear, struggling to form words.

"N... No... I'm not..."

*Bang*

Before Darsh could finish his sentence, the man shot him. Darsh fell to his knees, clutching his stomach in pain, experiencing a level of agony he had never known.

*Ring... Ring...*

As he knelt there, the black man's phone began to ring.

"What?!"

"I'm at the wrong location?"

"Sh*t! But I've already shot some random dude."

"..."

"Okay, I'm on my way!"

When Darsh saw the man in black leaving, he knew that his fate was sealed and that he would soon die. He had many regrets in his life. He never had a girlfriend because he was too busy trying to survive in this world alone. His parents had died when he was only 13, and ever since he had been suffering and trying to survive somehow. He worked very hard, but he always struggled to learn something after losing his parents. He even went to a physician to fix this problem, but even the physician could not understand the reason for his problem or how to fix it.

As he was thinking about all this, his vision started to blur, and soon he fell still. He had died.