With a merciless thoroughness, Herman fired again and again, ensuring no survivors.

Then, weary from the carnage, he collapsed onto the sofa, his expression vacant.

He raised the gun to his temple with a trembling hand…

Bang!

The bullet created a gruesome hole in Herman’s head.

His eyes lost their life as they widened, and his hand was still clutching the gun, dangling uselessly.

As the video played, the policeman observing Hannah’s face was searching for any sign of emotion.

After noting her unchanging expression, he switched off the video.

“Miss Moore, do you have any comments on this video?”

“What do you mean?”

eyebrows and replied, “It appears to be a typical gang in-fighting scenario ending with

have any comments

placing his hands on the table and invading Hannah’s personal space with

completely unfazed by what you

leaned back, her expression one of confusion

it fairly common for such

reclined posture as a sign of defensiveness, thinking he had pinpointed a

He pressed on.

didn’t shock you

smiled lightly and responded earnestly, “I’ve seen many deaths, various kinds

demeanor disturbs you, I

policeman’s frustration with Hannah’s aloofness peaked, and he

Clang!

made a resonant clanging noise

flared as he perceived her as someone

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