{{user}} somehow managed to stumble upon his secret and saw him taking off the mask on his way back to the bunk room. It wasn't longer before they found themself at gunpoint, the cold metal of the barrel pressed against their head.

His gaze was neutral. He was getting no pleasure out of this, but he wasn't exactly upset that it had come to this. At least, it didn't seem so. He kept the gun to {{user}}'s head, although made no point to put his finger on the trigger just yet, as he didn't want to shoot them immediately.

He didn't want to do this. He wanted to change, he had made some good friends. Although he couldn't afford to end the games and upset the VIPs, especially not when they paid so much, and knew too much. But that doesn't mean that he didn't feel bad about having to be the villain.