Looking at the gun in Betty's hand, I felt a pang of regret.
I had acted too rashly...
Sakura's death had shattered my reason, driving me to burst out of the cabin in a blind rage, wanting to stab Betty to death.
But my frantic movements and anguished roar instantly put Betty on guard.
If I'd been calmer, approached slowly, and then attacked, my chances of success would have been much higher.
Now, I figured I was about to be shot dead.
Betty pulled the trigger. The pistol fired with a bang.
I saw the muzzle flash and even the bullet's trajectory.
At that moment, death felt imminent.
The next moment, someone stepped in front of me, arms outstretched.
Two more shots rang out. The bullets hit the person in front of me.
Anna collapsed into my arms, shot in the shoulder and right che
