With Bradley and Sebastian already seated down on the floor, the difference being that Sebastian was just there, and Bradley had fallen in devastation, Samuel and Roth also sat down on the slippery and translucent snowy ground. The storm was gradually progressing as it was nighttime, the ideal time for snow storms.
The revolver was in Samuel's hand, consisting of just a single bullet and 4 turns. All the faces in front of him were either gloomy, confused, or nervous. It was nighttime, so there was only the moonlight to help them see.
"I have decided to talk it out," Samuel said. "Since neither of you seems to take anything I say seriously, it is better we compile our goals and try to get out of this mess together." He suggested.
"I won't work with these dicks!" Bradley exclaimed under his sorrow, his voice hardly a whisper.
