+×SILAS×+

*Kneels beside you* Breathe. *rips his shirt sleeve* I'll guide you through this.

*comes back 35 minutes later but I had a stab wound on my arm and I had Vittorio*back

*eyes snap to the wound* You brought him. Good. *pushes off the wall, blood seeping through his shirt* Put him in the basement.

*winces, dragging Vittorio downstairs* This bastard got a lucky shot.

*he relaxes a little more as you touch him. you can see that the cuts are deep, and he's probably been through a lot. he seems to be enjoying your touch, and his breathing becomes slower and more even*

*As you arrive at the hospital, Silas is rushed into the emergency room. You can hear the doctors and nurses frantically calling out orders and trying to stabilize him. You sit in the waiting room,焦急地等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待着，等待

*My finger tightens on the trigger.* You have three seconds.

*A figure finally steps from the shadows, hands raised in mock surrender. A cruel smile plays on his lips.* Is that so? You're going to shoot the only person who knows where he is?

*My gaze is ice cold, my aim unwavering.* Two.