Lisa braced herself for the gunshot, anticipating the searing pain of a bullet piercing her chest and carrying her away on the wind.
But she waited for a long time, and the shot never came.
Confusion furrowed her brow as she reluctantly opened her eyes, only to be met with a scene that left her stunned.
James stood before her, bathed in backlight, casting a long shadow on the ground. In his hand, he held the gun, aimed at the collapsed figure of William.
"Quickly figure out how to stop the bomb."
William's face turned pale, seemingly unable to comprehend why James was still standing there.
As brothers, they shared a mysterious psychic connection. When William appeared behind him, casting a shadow over the sunlight, James instinctively shifted to the side, narrowly avoiding the bullet
