Swallowing his fear, Jihoon forced himself to meet their eyes. "Who sent you?"
"Does it matter?" the bald one asked, tilting his head. "It won't change anything."
The omega's heart pounded painfully in his chest. "If I'm going to die," he said, voice trembling, "I deserve to know who wanted me dead."
They stared at him and then burst into laughter.
"Still as fiery as ever, huh?" the brunette said, sitting casually on the couch. He aimed his gun lazily at Jihoon. "You don't deserve answers. Not after what you did."
Jihoon frowned, confusion flickering across his face. "What… are you talking about? I don't—" He stopped, wincing as pain stabbed behind his eyes.
The brunette grinned. "He's good, isn't he?" He glanced at the others. "He could win an award for this act."
They nodded, sneering.
"How about we have some fun first?" the bald one said, his tone dark, his gaze crawling over Jihoon. "Been a while since I had something pretty to play with."
