The sound of the second hand echoed in the abandoned warehouse. The female ran a finger across the dusty table and blew off the cluster of dirt that immediately clung to her skin. Her lips curled down into a scowl as she impatiently looked up at the clock again. It had to be done right at 9:30. Why? She had no clue, but she couldn’t bear to mess this up. She’d be laid off if she didn’t do this right.
She turned her head to the figure strapped to the chair, a bag wrapped over their face. Her heart beat quickened as she slowly approached him, her heels clicking with every step she took. 9:28. Her fingers wrapped around the rope that tied the bag over his visage, and slowly unwrapped the twisted knot. Her hands shook as she brought them up to the top of the bag, gripping the fabric between her fingers. With a quick flick of her wrist, she pulled the bag off the head that immediately sagged forward.
Yoona stepped back, gripping her gun tightly and holding it up to aim at the man’s head. 9:29. It was Jiyong. Her eyes widened as she stared into his eyes full of fear. “No…” her breath was shaky and her body shook even more than it had before. No. She couldn’t do this. She wouldn’t. There was no way anyone could make her kill a friend. But then the idea of the consequences came to her. It was either him or her.
She glanced up. Time seemed to be running even faster now. She had ten seconds to make the choice. Ten. She couldn’t. He was a friend. What type of a person would she be if she went through with this? But even with those thoughts in her head, her clasp around the gun tightened. Nine. He knew what fate was coming. The sorrow had disappeared from his eyes and his face was void of emotion. Eight. It’s not like he could say anything either. The cloth around his mouth prevented him from screaming out, making any noise, begging for mercy. Seven. Time seemed to speed up now. Six. It was now or never. Five. She could risk her life or his. Four. There was one choice. Three. She had to make it now. Two. She pressed the gun to his forehead. One. Yoona pulled the trigger.