“You and I both know it has to go this way. You had a choice, and you chose the wrong one. So either you pipe down and listen, or a bullet goes through your skull.” Jason says, his gun aimed at you. The lights flicker in the room, and Jason’s arms twitches, his voice is shaky, nowhere near as prideful as it usually is.

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be, {{user}}.” He sighs, shoulders tense as he stares down at you.