Lorenzo's POV

　　I stood in front of him, looking down at him. I pointed the gun at his head. His swollen eyes widened in fear.

　　I'm ready to play judge, jury, and executioner.

　　"No... no, you basta..."

　　Boom!

　　The sound of the gunshot rang in the air.

　　His vacant eyes stared back at me, blood spilling from the bullet hole in his head.

　　"Asshole," I said, walking away from his dead body.

　　I feel a bit ...