The man was dead.

A large, gaping hole sat squarely in the center of his forehead, blood spilling out. His eyes were still wide open, as if asking, I never said I didn't believe you—so why was I the one who got shot?

Everyone began trembling uncontrollably.

A real gun. It was a real gun!

Thomas dropped to his knees at once. A real man knows when to bend and when to stand tall. As long as he stayed alive, there would always be a chance for revenge.

Ray smiled. A replica gun paired with real