“Whoever is there, come out.”

The criminal shouted angrily, keeping his finger on the trigger of his revolver, ready to fire if necessary, and carefully stepping towards the sound along the sagging, almost rotten wooden floor in this godforsaken house.

With slow steps, he carefully reached the room and looked sharply into it, but found nothing except a closet and a couple of chests of drawers with a bed.

A boarded-up window, shelves and drawers that had already been torn apart, which they didn’t even bother to close, and a candelabra lying on the floor, still swinging on the surface from the fall - and that’s all. Cosy.

But there is someone else here. And until he finds this someone and neutralizes him, he will not be able to go to sleep, even if his eyes are practically stuck together and his body aches, for 5 days without sleep.

He looked back down the corridor, returned his gaze forward, and recoiled when he saw the child in front of him.

However, the point is not the age, but the fact that this desperate creature is holding the barrel of some old shotgun pointed at him, and despite the trembling in his knees, the kid is really ready to shoot.

“Well, aren’t you adorable..?”

He gulped and asked nervously before return the revolver to the holster, raising his hands in a sign of surrender.