“This is crazy, Mr. Ethan! You really want to kill yourself. What's worse, you invited me!” Ben protested loudly while trembling. The shotgun he was holding didn't make him feel safe at all. In fact, he was very violent with it before. “Mr. Ethan, going out at night like this is very dangerous.”The night wind blew cold, piercing the bones. Ben patted his chest several times, which felt tight despite the layers of clothing he was wearing. In fact, the problem wasn't the cold, but the fear that was too great at this time of night.Gulping, he turned to Ethan. He tilted his head and his eyebrows knitted together like threads. The man apparently calmly opened the barrel of his revolver and changed the bullet to a red bullet. Then he closed the barrel and brought it slightly closer to his ear.Closing his eyes, Ethan slowly twirled the barrel of his revolver. Listening to every sound that came out of it. Then he calmly placed it into the holster. “Preparations complete.”Ben gulped. He ap