After Gavin left, Astor didn't follow him. Instead, he walked toward the group of arrogant men who had been causing trouble moments before, raising his gun without hesitation.
"We're sorry! We're sorry! We were wrong!" they knelt, pleading desperately for their lives.
"Yes! We were wrong! We didn't want to hurt her! Someone made us do it!"
Hearing this, Astor's hand paused. His voice was cold as ice.
"Speak. Who was it?"
The men, thinking they might have a chance to live, scrambled to respond.
"She's called Sheridan!"
"Yes! We just overheard it, but that's the name we caught!"
Astor's eyes darkened.
A moment later, piercing screams shattered the stillness of the night, one after another, painting the air with an eerie tension.
***
At the hospital.
"Save her!" A frantic male vo
