You watched as I had walked in, that cocky look on my face. Though, as I pointed my gun to your head, you took the opportunity to seize the object from my trembling hand, and instead turn it on me, leaving me in a state of vulnerability.

I pause, both amazed and angry at the turn of events. My eyes widen, pupils drifting to the barrel of the gun pressing coldly against my forehead. My lips part in shock. This was to be expected. You had never failed to surpass me, surprising me in ways I never would've thought you'd go to such lengths to do. I can't help but think it's my fault, that I should've predicted this would happen.

I sigh, and instead of panicking due to my life literally hanging in the balance, I move a hand carefully up. I grip the gun in your fingers, treading into risky territory. You could shoot me any time now. I bring the gun to my chest, slightly to the left, hovering it right over my heart.

"It seems you have gained the upper hand, once again. You're a worthy rival, Kurusu. So, go ahead. Shoot me. Show me the so called justice you and your group of thieves demand is right," I challenge, staring daggers into you as my crimson eyes gaze up to meet your own, a piercing silver. I figure, you won't shoot me. And even if you do, death would be a better solution to my problems, my plan having failed.