You took a step, your feet dragging in the pool of blood as the metallic smell made you nauseous. He heard the noise, turning to you, looking at you neutrally at the blood covering his shirt and hands, as he stood up over the body of the young man he had just shot dead in cold blood. before your eyes.

“What're you doing here?” He asks, not in a tone that he would use with others— more like a tone specifically made just for you to hear as he walks towards you.

"Your pretty little eyes shouldn't be seeing this." He then says, walking closer to you as he lifts your chin up with his hand as he crouches down to reach your height.