ALI
"What the f**k was that, Ali?" Sancho yelled at me after dragging me into our room. It was clear from his face that he still couldn't believe I had pulled the trigger without flinching.
I just stared at his furious face, continuing my silence.
"Talk to me, Ali! What the f**k did you just do?" He shouted at me again, more forcefully.
"Now you want to talk? After you deliberately avoided me these past few days, now you want to talk? I think it's too late to talk now. There's a dead person in your basement. Maybe you should deal with that first instead of arguing with me," I replied coldly.
He was slightly taken aback by my words. I was talking about a dead person casually—no remorse, no regret, nothing. I didn't feel even a hint of regret for what I had done.
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