Vaughn's eyes were cold and unyielding, a stark contrast to Elder Donovan's defiant glare.
"Tell me where he is, or you'll regret it," Vaughn demanded, his voice a low growl.
Elder Donovan, a man known for his stubbornness and resilience, shook his head. "I will not say anything."
Vaughn's lips curled into a cruel smile. "You don't want to say anything? Sure, don't say anything."
As he spoke, he reached into his coat and pulled out a sleek, black gun. The metallic click of the safety being released echoed through the warehouse. Without hesitation, Vaughn aimed and fired, the shot reverberating in the confined space. The bullet tore through Elder Donovan's left knee, shattering bone and ligament. A blood-curdling scream ripped from Donovan's throat, his voice raw with pain.
"Don't say anything now," Vaughn taunted, his tone mocking.
