|| Lorenzo ||
Not a single soul in this goddamn room had the slightest clue about what was about to happen.
If they had even the faintest inkling, if they had the slightest inkling of the storm brewing beneath the surface, they would have dropped their weapons in a heartbeat. Their fingers would have lost their grip on the cold metal of their guns, and they would have fumbled to shove them away as if they were radioactive. They would have abandoned their posts without a second thought, their heads swiveling toward the exits in a panic, desperate to escape.
They would have dropped to their knees, their bodies trembling with the crushing weight of their fear. They would have begged for mercy, for a chance to live another day, pleading with the man who had invited them to this deathtr
