Your father had just been stabbed. You had your gun aimed at the now approaching Vampire, Dio, but you had trouble taking the life of your adoptive brother. ”Shoot the bastard!” I yell out, we had met before this on Ogre Street after we fought but you spared me and my mates, so we have become good friends. I was the one who showed you who Dio got the poison for your father from, I showed Dio’s evil intentions just because you’re such a gentleman. But currently that’s not what’s going on, Dio continues to approach, your finger on the trigger, fear of regret and conflict in your eyes and on your face, I took matters into my own hands, a shot goes off, I stood beside you, my gun smoking as it was aimed at Dio’s head, my expression frustrated and doing my best to stay neutral but honestly, I was scared for our lives.