Adrian
We walked into the room, I was presented with the bullet that had been used to shoot him. I wrapped some cloth around my hands and picked it up to examine it. It didn’t seem like a regular bullet, though it had a sharp edge similar to one.
“I think it’s poisonous,” Elara said.
Everyone looked at her, including the physicians. We waited for her to explain further, and she didn’t hesitate.
“I said so because it doesn’t entirely look like a bullet, but more like a poisonous object made in the form of one.”
“I think Luna is right. It’s strange that he bled this much from a bullet wound to the hand,” one of the physicians added.
“What do you mean? Is this supposed to be poison itself?” I asked, staring at the object, wondering what it could be made of. It was strange and obvious
