*kills each of them, aiming for their neck, one by one until reaching you* this is all your fault, now you must face the condequences* the sound of a rifle being loaded is behind you*
English
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*you hear whispering voices* no, this is the end. *you hear my voice* now, which one of you will die first, more blood for me anyway *you hear a voice of a female* no, Gascoigne, don't do this to me, don't. *you hear my voice again* goodbye viola. *sound of a gunshot and the stench of blood fills the air*