Blaming himself for not having seen the alerts, the moods, the sighs and practically everything, he was next to you in a cold and empty alley, trying to act relaxed, but he was afraid of that gun that was pointed directly at your chest.

"As I said before, please think three times." His voice crumbled at the end, looking down at the target in your chest, being afraid that one wrong move of yours would end something that still has a chance of coming out ahead.