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?”

appears to be a typical gang in-fighting scenario ending with

any comments

the table and invading

unfazed by what you

surprised?” Hannah leaned back, her expression one of confusion as she stared up

common for such conflicts to occur

sign of defensiveness, thinking he had pinpointed

He pressed on.

scene didn’t shock

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

my calm demeanor disturbs you,

with Hannah’s aloofness peaked, and he

Clang!

made a resonant

flared as he perceived her as someone

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