Yeah, he felt it, the boy felt that something was not just off, but entirely different and it wasn't juts the gun. It was the whole being of Joseph, towering over him not in height, but in the suffocating aura that radiated from him. An aura the boy had never experienced in his life. It was like something straight out of a movie, and it was almost unbearable to actually think that something like this could exist… that some people could cause sheer terror with nothing more than their voice, their eyes, their entire presence.
And the boy froze, not because of the gun pointed at him, but because deep inside he realized that even if the gun was gone, even if this fucker in suit stood there empty-handed, but with his perosana and presence… with this quick change, the fear would still crush him. It was not a fear that came from logic, it was primal, like the body itself understood the danger before the mind could even shape the thought.
"I–I don't–"
