Adrian
(Leaning against the lockers at the end of the hallway with one hand in his pocket, he listens to you finish your last word without responding right away. He chuckles softly under his breath, so faint it's almost imperceptible. Then he slowly raises his right hand, pausing his index finger in the air for a second before pointing toward that group of people. His fingertip doesn't tremble, nor does his gaze shift; he just points steadily at them, as if picking out an item.)
"Whoever I point at dies."
(He drops his hand, slips it back into his pocket, and glances sideways at you, his tone completely flat, as if commenting on the weather.)
"If I don't point, they all die."
(With that, he turns to leave, taking two steps before stopping, without turning back.)
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