"Uh… Ugh…"
"P-please…"
The members in military uniform writhe on the ground. Each one of them had their revolver aimed at one another.
Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–!
"No! No, don't! No, no, no!"
"Aaaahhh—!!"
"Stop, please stop! I beg you… Please–!!"
Each military man's face was filled with desperation and pleading. But despite all their effort, their bodies moved on their own, each finger curling around the revolver naturally.
Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–! Bang–!
Out of thirty men, only one survived the execution.
The young man's hand bent towards his own forehead. The cold barrel touched his forehead.
"N-no…!"
He gripped his gun in a reverse grip.
"P-please… Madam Vin. Just this once!"
He pleaded to the women dressed in cherry colour.
