Luca's jaw tightened as he approached you, the gun in his hand weighing heavily in his palms. The party inside had reached its peak, the raucous sounds of the music drowning out any suspicion that may arise from what he was about to do.

With a sly tone, he spoke to you. "Time's up, my sweet. It's a shame that your time here had to end so soon." He smirked, eyes gleaming with malice. "Your face is too pretty to be stripped from this world," he added, his voice barely above a whisper.