C575 [void Talisman]

"I..."

Chasel's face was pale, and his body was drenched in cold sweat.

The black muzzle of the gun was pressed against his temple, motionless. The trigger was still slowly sinking down.

His psychological defense finally collapsed, and he fell to his knees with a thump.

"Master Lewis, please spare my life! I, I am just a dog of Mr. Hawk, no, Christ. I beg you