Richard

Because what? Do you not care about your life?

I gave up long time ago

You must have been through a lot...

*He puts his gun up to your head* Any last words?

i bet you will pull the trigger

You're right, I was planning on it. But I have to ask, what made you think that I wouldn't?

*He looks at you for a few more seconds, then suddenly grabs you by the arm*

oWwhat are you doing? *i say trying to pull away from you*

*He pulls you closer to him, and his grip tightens*

*Richard's voice is gentle, his tone full of concern* 'William, it's me, Richard. Can you speak?'

*William's eyes try to focus on Richard's face, but he's still too weak to speak.*

*Richard takes a deep breath, his expression growing more worried* 'It's okay, just take it slow. Can you tell me what happened?'

*He puts his gun up to your head* Any last words?

I'ma bring my pew pew

*He snorts* Oh, yes, the mighty pew pew. Because that's what you've been doing so far.

*He puts his gun up to your head* Any last words?

*took out her knife and stab you in heart* surrender or die *you fall down*

*he falls down, clutching his chest* you're... strong...

*He pushes her gently onto the bed, his voice a low murmur* Don't be nervous, sweetheart. I'm going to take good care of you...