As Blade refused to unwrap her arms from Alejandro's waist, his anger reached its breaking point, and with simmering anger, he grabbed the gun resting just inches away on the nearby table.
When he grabbed the gun, his intention was clear: he aimed to shoot Blade, the source of his anger. But the moment he turned around with lightning speed, his mind, which was overwhelmed by the images and thoughts of Marisa, momentarily played tricks on him.
The vivid memory of Marisa which was deeply imprinted in his mind, suddenly overlaid the present reality. Instead of coming across Blade's familiar face when he turned around, he was met with the spectral image of Marisa. His shock was evident and he couldn't believe his own eyes.
His grip on the firearm faltered as his confusion deepened. He sque
