Mafia 110. Heckelia

The event that unfolded before my eyes this night drained the last drop of my patience. Despite the dangers awaiting me, I followed the call of my heart and went for a stroll through the nighttime city, and in one of its dark alleys I spotted ToX. He was pestering some man whose face I couldn't make out, provoking him to fight with his entire body language. Then the stranger pulled a pistol from under his jacket and in that very instant put a bullet right between the pest's eyes. Tox collapsed onto the cold ground, his face frozen in an expression of unimaginable surprise — as if to say, "how can this be, someone killed me?" — as though he were certain of his untouchability.
That's when I decided to follow the example of yesterday's accused and leave town, but first I stopped to grab a bite at one of its many restaurants, since setting off on a long journey on an empty stomach would have been suicide. I sat down at a table with Morning, MedjersoN, and MasteR. 
— Why so glum? — I asked MedjersoN, noticing his sullen expression and traces of fresh cuts on his face. 
— So yesterday I walk into a bar, and there she is — a stunning girl sitting there. Young, legs up to her ears, a real beauty... I winked at her...
— And then?
— And then she just got up and sat down next to MasteR.
Turning my gaze to my other companion, I noticed he was in high spirits. Morning, meanwhile, wasn't really taking part in the conversation and could barely keep himself from falling asleep right at the table. 
— Have you heard? — A gossip-loving waitress joined our conversation. — Yesterday Ment and Злобный Ящур were found dead in one bed. They say it was a double suicide!
— How interesting... — I couldn't find any other comment for what I'd just heard, and having finished my meal, hurried away.

Alive
MedjersoN_HP
Morning
Tiel
Arandor
Heroist
MasteR

Dead
Нэйко
Fragment
Небо
macca
Ple-Sen
Нефела
Вова Вист
Злобный Ящур
ToX
Ment