The gunshot echoed loudly through the room, shocking the people outside.
They dashed in and gasped in shock as they took in the scene in front of them.
A brunette looking about twenty five is laying on the floor, gasping for air.
In front of him stood a smirking white haired man, holding a gun.
On the gun is a familiar silver colored crest.
What caught their eyes most, however, is his shirt caked in red.
He looked pale and his eyes are firmly shut in pain.
After snapping out of their trances, one by one they rushed over to him,
Knelt down and clutched his trembling hands.
His eyes opened and once he saw them, gave a weak smile.
"Goodbye... " They heard him mutter.
Before he closed his eyes, never to open them again.