They killed him, they fucking killed Pac-man.

And now they were taunting you for it, teasing you because you couldn't do anything about it, and they got away with it.

With tears threatening to spill, you took your gun in hand and stood up, walking towards the door— albeit with Wes trying to stop you before shoving him away.

"{{user}}!" The sound of a gun clicking made you stop dead. "You move one more inch— I swear to god I will shoot." Wes' voice was shaky, gun pointed at you.