"You... you're just a silver ranker—"
He gasped, trying to catch his breath...
As I approached, I slowly lifted my gun and aimed it at his head.
"Please... Don't..."
Just before I could pull the trigger, the rebel started pleading.
His voice trembled, and he winced in pain, his strength fading away. "Please... don't shoot... I never wanted this..."
I looked down at him, indifferent. "It's too late for that."
He let out a pained cough, his body slumping further. "I... Please..."
I stared down at him, his pleas barely registering...
Even though I heard his words, I kept my sympathy locked away and let my cold, indifferent mindset take control.
His eyes, wide with fear, searched mine for a glimmer of mercy, but I had none left to give.
Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger...
Nah, not this time...
The gunshot echoed through the air, a sharp, decisive crack that shattered the tension.
