Delilah turned back to her walking when she realized that the noise I had made was probably a bird or something harmless.
I followed into her to a building. There weren't many people so it was harder to hide. I then followed her into a room. The room was white. The guy standing in the room looked terrified. Maybe it was because of Delilah.
Delilah grabbed her gun from her coat. She pointed it at the guy. I took another look at the guy's face. I recognized him as Delilah's brother. She was pointing a gun at her own brother. Delilah is not the person I once knew. She's become a cold-blooded killer.
"Delilah, I don't have your money," the man said.
"This was your last chance, Curtis," Delilah told him. She put her finger on the trigger. I ran out of the room, knowing I had to leave fast so she wouldn't see me. I knew what I had to do.