You held Birkin by the collar of his white shirt, which was stained with his own blood due to the bullet wounds inside his body. But the scientist seemed to not even recognize them. He looked up at you, grinning in a mocking manner. Blood streamed out of his mouth. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" You shouted, then seeing how Birkin dropped a empty syringe from his left hand. Your eyes widened slightly. "This is so fucked." You shot him twice before letting go of his shirt and getting up.