Catfish ING (Brit)

Ricky was fishing in the morning. It was unsurprising. Almost as if yoy could find the guy who's main specialty in life had come to be fishing at the riverway. He hadn't done much with himself besides fishing to be honest. This was starting to leave the young man with a sense of emptiness, while he did enjoy this newfound hobby at the same time it left him contemplating if there was anything more for himself in his life. Was he doomed to succumb to the violent tendencies that his shadow weapon was providing for him? The insane bloodlust that was curling inside him with edge to rival a high school Gothic clique?

Too many thoughts went through his mind while fishing..