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?”

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

any comments

policeman leaned forward, placing his hands on the table and invading

completely unfazed by what you

her expression one of confusion as she stared

common for such conflicts

policeman interpreted Hannah’s reclined posture as a sign of defensiveness, thinking he had pinpointed

He pressed on.

the murder scene didn’t

“I’ve seen many deaths, various kinds

my calm demeanor disturbs

with Hannah’s aloofness peaked, and he slammed

Clang!

made a resonant clanging noise and

anger flared as he perceived her as someone

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