Yoon Seoyul held Nari's hand as he shielded her from the scene. The delicate and small hand was still trembling lightly from the traumatic event. He tightened his hold and looked toward the cause of it all. He patiently spoke to him as he held out his other hand in that direction.
"Don't do anything irrational. Hand over the gun."
Cheon Areum held a gun pressed to the side of his head. Staring into nothingness, he spoke with a voice devoid of any emotions.
"In the end, you won and I lost."
*Bang.*
A loud gunshot rang out, the bullet piercing his head.