A single gunshot rings out, loud and clear. The nose-thief doesn’t even have time to react as the bullet enters his forehead and blasts through his brain, killing him instantly. He falls to the ground with a thud, blood beginning to pool. Someone nearby shrieks as they witness the brutal death, and the images will haunt them for the rest of their life. Araadfh walks over to where their nose was dropped and picks it back up. They’ve won, but was it worth it? Was their nose worth the life of a random prankster who didn’t know the severity of his actions? They’ll never be able to decide if it was. The thief’s family is notified 12 hours later, and they gather at the morgue in tears. Their darling child, parent, sibling, cousin, or other relation, dead on a table, face covered. The funeral will be closed-casket as the wound is too severe too make presentable. Several family members speak of the impact that their now deceased but dearly loved relative had on their lives. There are many tears. No one expected his life to come to such a quick and violent end. He had so much to live for. He was supposed to go out on his first date that very weekend, but now his would-be partner will never see him again. What a cruel world we live in. A world where professional snipers take out even the most harmless criminals. A world where an entire family must mourn the premature death of their loved one, simply for taking a joke just a little too far. It could have been anybody. And it’ll happen again, to somebody else. The endless cycle of death, with no defendants. And yet, we must move on.