"Speak. Where are all of my belongings?" His voice was cold and threatening, laced with a low tone that concealed his murderous intent, his slit pupils locked onto hers.
She gasped for breath, her soft and fragrant breath brushing against his face, but Jin remained unfazed. His attention was split between the surroundings, trying to find any sign of his day pack or his precious Blood Rifle.
To him, any lives were worthless compared to the significance of his Blood Rifle. The pain of losing his M4 in the past tugged at his heart again, and he anxiously awaited her answer.
But even in the face of danger, the middle-aged woman didn't flinch. Instead, she smirked at him, her expression defiant and unyielding. "Just kill me, you fucking bloodsucker!" she managed to speak despite the struggle and gasping for air.
