Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
The sounds of firing bullets ricochets around the whole room, the dummies are already riddled with bullet holes looking seconds from tethering over the edge.
Han Yichen narrowed his eyes in concentration, a bead of sweat rolling down from his eyebrow to his eye. His heart hammering in his chest, pumping blood at a rate that is certainly not normal.
"Monster." His mother's taunting smirk hangs on the dummy's lips, face morphing until all he can see is hers; staring at him with those empty dark eyes that have haunted him for years.
Bang.
A bullet rips out of the gun, landing square in his mother's face and thankfully silencing her.
Shuffle.
The faint click of shoes against the floor has Han Yichen whirling around, he doesn't even think before he aims the gun in the direction of the person and fires.
Click. Empty.