Zeno's eyes focused on her, watching carefully. After seeing her act in the scenes they shared, he knew that she was a good actress, and he wanted to know what route she would take.
#1 stood in the middle circling around the three remaining revolvers.
"I'm alone," she said. "The earthquake took everything and everyone."
She laughed—a hollow, broken sound.
"My mom. My dad. Our house."
She looked around, daring anyone to pity her.
"That's a nice look," the staff whispered.
Victor nodded with a smirk. "She's not just a pretty face."
"You probably think I should've died with them. That's why I should die here, too—because I don't have anyone with me anymore."
She paused before a small smirk appeared on his lips.
"But I'm happy they're dead."
"My father was a drunkard. He used to throw bottles more than he threw hugs. My mom turned away every time I asked for help. Every single time."
