The female assassin started whining where she was on the ground.
Beau put away his gun expressionlessly and turned his head to look at Eliza, who was staring blankly at the wall. "Are you alright?"
"I... I'm fine."
Eliza, who was still in shock, came to herself and shook her head with a pale face.
Although she often saw equipment like guns when she was working as a crew member on set, this was really the first time she had seen a real one.
A few minutes ago, Beau had used this gun to wound the killer.
The smell of blood in the air and the blood all over the ground made her go weak.
"Are you really okay?"
"I'm... really fine."
Beau turned around and walked toward the door.
When he reached the door, he realized that Eliza had not followed him.
He frowned and turned his head. "Aren't you leaving?"
Eliza bit her lower lip. "I..."
Her legs were too weak to move.
