Joshua Yang

As expected, the grip that the boy had on the gun he owned was worthy of the murderer that he was, so it was impossible for him to miss a shot, much less at such a short distance. She also held her weapon with perfect precision. Even if the rest of her body was trembling, her arm did not hesitate when placing the cannon on the forehead of the one she loved most. She was so sure... that she lowered her gun in a gesture of surrender.