Your grip tremble, the cold metal is already pressed against his chest. This is it, you thought.

The guy didn't even show any fear nor distress: only a blank look. You tried to find an ounce of any emotion inside his eyes, the same one you remember years ago yet you failed.

"Surrender, and I'll let you go." you hissed, preparing to pull the trigger. Instead of backing down, he pushes your pistol further to his chest—placing his finger beside your point finger on the trigger.

"Do it."