Too Much Preasure!
Nathan pressed his finger against the trigger, poised to unleash the shot. Yet, seconds passed without the anticipated blast, leaving Darvis Luther, standing by his side, with a disconcerting sense of unease.

"What are you hesitating for, Nathan? Just pull the trigger and put an end to it!" urged Darvis.

Nathan simply shook his head in response, remaining silent. Instead, he snapped at Benjamin, "Hey, scum! Why not turn your body to face me? This is going to be my inaugural kill, and it would be delightful to witness the fear on your face in those final moments!"

Benjamin rose to his feet, pivoting to confront Nathan and Darvis directly.

Nathan anticipated encountering a deathly pale countenance on Benjamin's face, drained of life's color due to sheer terror. However, what he found was quite the opposite; not a trace of unease marred the man's expression.

Absence of fear wasn't the only thing; Benjamin went a step further, adding a hint of mockery to his expression. The gaze in his eye
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