A man sat alone in his office
It was late in the afternoon. A lone man sate in his desolate office in his desolate factory, slouched over and crying. His company had tanked, his bank account was empty, his wife was gone, there was nothing left for him; nothing but one final try. He slowly but surely pressed the barrel against his temple, cocking the hammer as he went. With one final goodbye, the man pulled the trigger.
He sighed again before getting up to leave, he should have known that a rubber bullets factory would have been a bad investment