Seeing Holden's desperation, Zayden felt a surge of satisfaction, a smirk playing on his lips. “Come on, Holden. The game has begun!"

Zayden glanced at the terrified kids and chuckled. "Make your choice now, Holden. I'm dying to know which one you'll sacrifice? Don't worry; pick one, and I'll let the other live!"

Perched on the rooftop's edge, Zayden looked smug, like he had already won.

"You're the one who's gonna die!" Holden bellowed, drawing his pistol and aiming it at Zayden. He swiftly fired.

Not taking Holden's words seriously, Zayden was shot on the shoulder before he could react.