In the bedroom to a small apartment complex, room 24, Dice was strewn across his bed, snoring loudly above the sheets. He was in a deep sleep, despite it being late in the night. His slumber was interrupted however, when the sound of gunshots pierced his ear, and he jolted upright in bed. "Wh- what happened?" He questioned, eyes half closed. He looked around his room for a brief moment, taking in the mess of clothes and wrappers that coated his floor, and the posters of various gaming personas that covered his wall. It took him a while to recollect what he'd just heard, and once he remembered, his eyes shot wide, and he jumped out of bed, "That couldn't have been.... It must have been part of my dream." He tried to reason with himself. He crossed his room from the small single size bed to the window that shed the only light in the room. With tired eyes he looked out the window, scanning the street below. All looked normal, except for the dead bloody body lying on the ground, alongside two figures standing close by.
Dice felt sick, and backed away from the window. "Oh god, oh god, what do I do..." He panicked, feverishly looking around his room. His eyes crossed over his alarm clock, and for a brief second he questioned how he could've been that late for school. "I... I should go down there!" He decided. Wearing only his pyjama bottoms, he grabbed a baseball bat and hurried outside, clutching the baseball bat close to himself. He was shocked as he walked through his complex that no one else had been curious enough to check to see what was outside.
Perhaps they've already called the cops... he thought to himself, but continued anyways. At the entrance to his apartment, he slowly nudged the door open with his hand, firmly gripping his baseball bat with the other. He carefully exited the door, into the cool evening air. He scanned the area, but could see no trace of the two people who'd been standing there earlier, save for a blood splatter a few feet from where the dead body lay. Dice leaned his bare back against the cold brick of his apartment building, taking a moment to calm his shot nerves.