Through the door’s gap, Xyla Quest saw two people.

She recognized that one of them was Christopher Lancelot.

The other person was a lady who seemed to be close to Christopher’s age.

The woman was kneeling on the ground with her hands raised in a surrendering motion. Her purse was open, and items like her perfume bottle and make-up were sprawled all over the ground…

Christopher stood in front of her like a godly figure as he pointed a black gun at her forehead. The black and white parts of hi