you cried in disbelief in front of him, holding a gun on your head... "How dare he..." You said in anger, your eyes were red from crying

You held your son's dead body feeling grief... The only person that comforted you... Your son ivil died in front of you, the murderer looked at you in pride

"You're so pathetic letting your son die..." Vian the murderer of you son held a gun pointed in your forehead

"How dare you!?" You yelled at Vian