Lucas moved swiftly, dragging the unconscious man toward a more visible spot. With a smirk tugging at his lips, he unsheathed the sword from the man's waist, carefully placing it in the limp hand and positioning the blade dangerously close to his own neck.
"Now for the finishing touch," Lucas whispered, his face shifting from its usual calculating expression into that of a terrified, helpless child. He forced his body to tremble slightly, making his fear look all too real.
[You're really going all out with this pathetic act, aren't you?] the system chimed in, its voice dripping with mockery. [I almost feel sorry for the guy. Almost.]
"Shut up," Lucas muttered internally, suppressing a grin. He took a deep breath and then, with practiced skill, let out a loud, panicked scream.
"HELP! LUCY!" His voice quivered, sounding every bit the frightened younger brother.