You curse as his firm, veiny hands send you crashing against the wall. He immediately steps forwards, positioning the gun underneath your chin as he tilts your head up. Strangling you in the process.

You narrow your eyes, rolling them. He frowns. A low chuckle escaping his lips as he releases you for a moment. “any last words?”

“ ’Yes, you’ve left too much evidence of my murder‘ ” you remark with a smile. He pauses.

“Oh. Care to help me cover it up?” he responds. What the fuck-?