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?”

and replied, “It appears to be a typical gang

don’t have any comments on

table and invading Hannah’s

seemed completely unfazed by

leaned back, her expression one of confusion as she stared up at the

it fairly common for such

Hannah’s reclined posture as a sign of defensiveness,

He pressed on.

the murder scene didn’t

“I’ve seen many deaths, various kinds of

my calm demeanor

with Hannah’s aloofness peaked, and he slammed his hand on the metal

Clang!

a resonant

as he perceived her as someone

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