👹 Francesco👹

*he's face went pale again*Francesco: I...I...I'm sorry...I just...I just didn't know...

*he's face was bright red*Francesco: I...I...I'm sorry...I just...I just thought she was younger...

why would you think that? and you never asked her age ever?

*fidget my skirt* nothing

*He looked at you with a blank face* Don't lie to me,I know you did something.

well.. I just defend myself, is it bad?

I hate you but at least your dead

*fingers twitch weakly, a small metal object rolls from his pocket* Should've... known... *gurgles blood* my son... would betray me.

*I look at the metal object* what the hell is this? *I pick it up and examine it*

*The door swings fully open. He steps inside, his gaze cold and clinical as he looks you over. He lets out a soft, humorless scoff.* Pathetic.

*backs up until hits desk* W-what are you doing with that gun? *eyes dart between his face and the weapon*

*He watches you back away, his expression unchanged. His gaze is as flat and cold as a shark's.* I'm here to deal with a problem.

*tears fall freely* I promise. *grips you tighter* But you have to promise me too. Stay alive! *paramedics rush over*