After a drunkenly filled evening of poker, I quickly sobered up to the sound of a ringing phone, the laughter that had once echoed in my brain was quickly replaced with urgency. I didn’t care about the photos, or the possessions, all I cared about was their safety. The markings on the wall, the smell of blood in the air, all that and more - but all I could think about was Michelle and the baby. An unmistakable sense of fear had fallen over me after I witnessed the state of the house. I walked through the door and saw it, what had happened to my home. Articles // 28th May 2017 - 4 years ago // By Ethan Butterfield The Payne Diaries - Max Payne 1- Part 1
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