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 in-fighting scenario ending with

have any comments on

forward, placing his hands on the table and invading Hannah’s

completely unfazed by what you just

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

common for such

reclined posture as a sign

He pressed on.

didn’t shock you

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

demeanor disturbs you,

peaked, and he slammed his hand

Clang!

made a resonant clanging

perceived her as someone who trivialized human life and defied

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