Jan's hand shook as the cold barrel of the gun pressed against his temple.
That fucking trash did it - he took away the healing kit. How was it even allowed?!
The vampire was watching him with a bloody smile. The NPC stood towering over them, waiting for Jan to volunteer to paint the table with his brain.
A sudden calmness washed over Jan, like the calm before the storm.
This was a game of life and death - was it not?
Who the fuck were these people to think they could boss him around?
Too bad Riku had decided to be the good guy in the end.
Jan's gaze traveled to Thanh Van, over Kim Jihun, and stopped over the dead torso by their side.
Tsk. Useless.
Jan turned his gaze to the dealer, the gun still resting against his temple.
He really hated those gray eyes that watched him through the mask.
Judging, holier than thou. So clean, so proper, so fucking disgusting.