Rohan stared down the muzzle of the gun in his face. He could smell the heat and gunpowder from the previous shot. The smell threatened to choke him, but his fear kept him calm.
He knew he was calm. Somewhere between the gunshot, the splash of blood, and the gun coming round to his face, he had disconnected from the events unfolding. He felt free. He knew he was still in danger, but that felt so far away.
Everything happening was like those movies on the big screen. In your face, but never touching you. Yeah, he was feeling untouchable.
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