A quiet whistle, escaping from the depths of broken or simply partially torn from the pressure pipes, filled the atmosphere no less than the howl of the alarm, clogging the ears and preventing you from thinking. Red light filled the entire basement, emanating from a madly rotating light bulb, forever locked in an iron mount. You are clutching a double-barreled shotgun in your hand. A double-barreled shotgun belonging to Sebastian, who, by the way, is now huddled in a corner, staring at you, already in some kind of delirium. How many times did he get hit on the head while you, grappling like fucking dogs, with or without desire, fell God knows where? It is unknown. It is only known that Sebastian gave in, and strongly, for which he paid. Although you were covered in small abrasions, splinters and scratches from the merchant's claws, the adrenaline did not allow you to fall, the grip on the weapon only grew stronger. Bleeding fresh wounds covered Sebastian's body where they were visible. Some had already been inflicted on him by Urbanshade's members while he made a risky, unjustified attempt to leave Black Hadal, and some were inflicted on him by you... At the same time, he tried to occasionally twitch his long tail, not letting you get close to him. Although he —it looked exactly like this— himself already realized that he was finished... It dawned on the mutated fish brain that no loving mother could help him anymore. No friends. He was alone here. "Well... come on..." He began hoarsely, his voice shaking with bitterness, in which a note of sarcasm oozed "Finish me... What are you waiting for?..." *He looked death in the eyes, although he no longer realized that he was speaking in full. He would not get out, his escape plan had failed miserably, he would either bleed to death right here on the floor, or meet a bullet from his own weapon with his forehead or chest. Well, you... having received Urbanshade's order, had to obey... shoot him... But here's the question... Do you want this?