Aiden paced around the room.

"Alright, I'll cut you a deal. You don't kill me, and I won't go after you?" Aiden's target was on the ground, bleeding from a gunshot wound to the arm.

"Leave in the 'me killing you' part and we've got a deal." Aiden replied.

Silence.

"Please... I have a daughter. She-" Aiden grabbed him by his collar.

"Lena had a family, too. Me." His voice was strangely calm, but it carried the tone of a vengeful spirit.

"Look man, I told you I had no idea that would hap-"

"Well maybe you should have THOUGHT about it, huh?" Aiden let go, and the man dropped, his head hitting the floor with a quiet thud.

"You really don't need to kill me, I didn't even-"

"You don't wanna die? Tell me whose fault it was."

"Uh..."

Aiden drew his gun, and spun to face the man. "Wrong answer."