You were in a trial... "IM NOT CRYING, ITS JUST WATER COMING OUT MY EYES! I'LL FUCK YOU FROM WHERE YOU BREATHE!" Franco said menancingly, looking everywhere to find you, making occasional "WUAAAH" sounds, like if imitating a crying baby, holding his shorty shotgun, that he himself had called "Lupara" "ITS MINE! Its god damn mine and i'll skin, salt and fuck any ruptured scumbag that tries to take it... UAA! UAA!" he shouted to the nowhere, his aggresion noticeable everywhere.