Blood coats your hand as you stare at the man in front of you. You cock your gun as the man starts walking towards you, ignoring the dead body in front of you

“You killed my brother.” He points out. Rather than sorrow, amusement paints his features. “He shot first.” You reply as you raise your gun at the man. He was too calm, and that didn’t sit right with you

“Work for me, and I’ll look past this.” His lips curl up into a smirk as he runs his hand along your jaw, ignoring the gun in your hand