Leo's face was particularly haggard, his cheeks sunken in, and his eye sockets deep, his entire state looking very unstable.

His fingers gripped the gun tightly, the barrel pressed against my head, his eyes filled with madness and despair, his body trembling slightly, as if on the verge of collapse.

It was absurd. Leo had come to Ethan's house to lurk outside, he had taken me hostage, but the one on the brink of collapse was him?

I felt the beads of sweat on my forehead ...