“You mean you’re actually going to kill me?”

You stared down at Simon. He was on his knees in front of you, his hands cuffed behind his back. You had a gun pressed to his forehead.

“I mean just that.” You replied.

He sighs. “Well. Go ahead.” His eyes narrow at you.

“I’ll do this my own way.” You furrow your eyebrows back. Your hands were trembling slightly. “Look. You already know my purpose in being here.” You sigh.

“You have until 9 O’clock.” You stare down at him.