Layla's POV
"A-ah, yes." I smiled awkwardly at her thankful enough that she was already leaving the room. Curious about what happened to that bastard in the planetarium, I reached for the remote on the side table and turned on the television.
Luckily, it seemed that the whole city had their attention on the shootouts in the planetarium that I didn't have to search for a channel to find the news. The reporter said about the total number of the victims who didn't make it and the image of the guy who died right in front of me played freshly on my mind.
It was my first time seeing someone passed on after being shot with a silver bullet. It was nasty reaction as if he was being burned from the inside. I shivered with the recollection of the look of horror on his eyes. He was desperate for help but can't even utter a word to say so.
