Some things that Sebastian had planned were impeccable. That was because someone who had lived a century was better than the one who had lived a few decades.
The three men tied inside the room were still clueless about what was going to happen to them. Sebastian had bid his farewells to one of them, but actions spoke louder than words. They weren't sure what they needed to expect, and they weren't going to be sure anytime soon. Not unless Sebastian either pulls the trigger of the gun in his hand or lets it go this once.
"Actually," Sebastian murmured. "You can't die yet." He said while moving the gun in his hand up and down as if struck with a new idea.
