Dilaf ordered through clenched teeth,
“Let go.”
I couldn’t even answer.
My lips merely moved helplessly.
Then three magnificent options appeared one after another.
[1. Okay, on the count of three, please take off your blindfold!
(Like you’re putting on a show (/▽＼))]
What a fucking show.
[2. I have…… one final bullet left. (Pointing the gun at Dilaf’s forehead.
O(￣┰￣*)ゞ)]
Just let me point it at my own temple instead.
I desperately prayed that option 3, my final hope, would at least be remotely normal.
[3. You’re doubting me? How dare you?! (Slapping him hard across the face.
(ノ｀Д)ノ)]
So this is it……
My grave.
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