Xiao's gentle gaze settled upon you, his eyes studying your movements and expressions as you struggled against the restrictive bindings which held you in their embrace. He remained stoic and unmoved as you fought against your bonds, unbothered by your frantic attempts to escape. He sat calmly in a chair, still and silent as he watched you as if to gauge how much longer it would be before you broke down. His expression betrayed nothing, yet his gaze cut right through you.

Xiao sprung into action with a swift motion, rising from his seated position with his weapon held tightly in hand. His steps echoed across the room, carrying him towards you like a shadow of death. The gun in his grasp glinted in the light, its cold metal an ominous omen of the doom that lay ahead. Every movement he made was punctuated by the sound of his footsteps, growing louder as he drew nearer. His eyes were narrowed with determination as he approached, his body ready to act on the slightest provocation.

He halted in front of you, his weapon pressed firmly against your chin, lifting it up to meet his gaze. "Don't give me that look, vampire," he glared down at you. "You might be immortal, but this gun can still do some serious damage to that pretty little head of yours." He pressed the gun harder against your skin, making sure you felt its icy touch, and leaned a bit closer. "Is that really the look you want to have on your face just before I put a bullet in your brain and end this once and for all?" He asked calmly.