"Wha… W-Why are you pointing your gun at me..." The store boy cried out. He reflexively moved backward a little.
"How many rings do you have, and how did you get them?" Damian was sitting at the edge, resting his back on the cartoned goods on the shelf. The storage room was 13 feet in height and 20 in breadth.
There were three shelves in total, two having the same dimensions and the third was perpendicular to them. They were steel shelves placed against the walls of the room. A cold room air conditioner unit was mounted on the wall, above the third shelf. This store room's temperature was to be below 15°C but the power was out due to the events of the past few days.
"W-Waaaiiit! Please sir… I don't have rings." Tears were forming in the store boy's eyes and the rest of the crowd moved away from him to avoid getting mistakenly hit by the bullet.
Damian once again sensed that this kid wasn't speaking the truth.
