My heart raced as I rushed forward, my main concern being Uncle Kenny's safety.

In the next instant, I witnessed a sudden burst of blood from Kenzie's wrist. She instinctively let go of Uncle Kenny, dropping the gun, and clutched her injured wrist. With a sinister smile, she quickly fled into a waiting car, which sped away with an unusual engine sound.

Outside, we stood frozen in disbelief at what had just unfolded.

I held Atlas tightly around his waist, seeking comfort.

"Don't be afraid," he assured me.

It dawned on me that Kenzie had been shot in the wrist, likely with a silencer.

The hall fell into a chilling silence.

Atlas and I quickly made our way to the door, where someone was already helping Uncle Kenny up.

"Uncle Kenny, are you alright?" I asked anxiously, checking his wound.

Tears streamed down Uncle Kenny's face as he looked up at Atlas. "Mr. Atlas, you shouldn't have let that evil woman go."

Atlas grasped his hand firmly, whispering, "She still has value to us. Sh