Alfred's words echoed in the room. My mind struggled to process what he had just said, my eyes glued to the two strangers now bathed in a new, damning light.
They are the murderers of my parents.
They are the cause of my pain.
They did this.
I couldn't tear my gaze away from them. The weight of those words crushed my chest, my breath shallow and erratic.
Suddenly, I felt a hand grab my right one, soft yet deliberate. Faint breathing brushed against my ear, and a sweet, hauntingly melodic voice poured in.
"Choose your closure," Sasha whispered.
She was behind me, her presence cold and commanding. I looked down to see what she had slid into my hand—a gun.
Its surface was cold to the touch, and the sheer weight of it made my stomach churn. My grip faltered, and the weapon slipped from my fingers.
**Bang!**
