His sudden action stunned everyone. Hugo's instincts kicked in. With a swift, precise action, he fired two shots into the butler's chest before the man could even pull the trigger.
The gun clattered to the ground, slipping from his lifeless fingers as he collapsed, his body twitching for a moment before going still. The life drained from his eyes.
The shooter sat frozen, paralyzed by fear. His mind raced, but his body refused to move, eyes wide and fixated on the fallen butler. The reality of death was too close, too real. His thoughts spiraled into a panic—was he next? His breath came in ragged gasps, his body quivering uncontrollably.
"And you!" Theodore's voice cut through the air like a blade, sharp and unyielding.
The shooter snapped back to the present, his fear intensifying as he frantically began to plead for his life. "I'm sorry!" he cried out. "Please forgive me! I swear I'll leave this profession, I'll disappear, just please let me go!"
