The room went silent around Dylan. All he could hear was the sound of himself exhaling shakily. The sight of a gun being pointed at someone was a sight he didn't wish to see ever in his life not to talk about it being pointed at him. He had developed a great hatred for guns after his traumatic experience with it. He never wished to wield one again in his life. He thought he had control over that part of him life but here he was standing at gunpoint. His hands were trembling a little below the table. He felt a warm hand grip his trembling hands softly. He turned to the direction and saw it was Eva's hand that was squeezing his gently.
He sighed and turned back to the gun pointing at him. He shifted his gaze to meet Ethan who was standing in front of him and holding the gun up to his chest.
