In the end, all you could do was stand in horror as the masked man fell to his knees and into a puddle of his own blood. In front of him, Mercutio Byron lowered his gun and a bespoken paleness fell over his already fair skin, before he turned his attention to you.

He raised his pistol again and clenched his jaw. “Are you with them?”, he hissed. A silent pause. “I said, are you with them?! Fucking speak!”.