Rock will never forget what he saw when he walked into that deep alley with a gun ten years ago. A young boy fell to the ground covered in blood. His black hair was spread out under his head. His face could not be seen clearly under the dim street light, but Rock felt that when he saw the figure in the alley, his eyes suddenly flashed slightly, and they were unusually bright in the darkness.
That look made Rock feel a coldness rising from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't help but pull the trigger. "Bang! Bang!" The gunshot echoed in the alley. His arms trembled uncontrollably, causing the bullets to fly past the young man's body, bringing with them several drops of blood.
"Stop, Rock." The person next to him said coldly.
Rock calmed down and turned to look at the brown-haired boy next to him, and was shocked to find that the face that always had a bright smile was as cold as ice, and the eyes that always had the gentle gaze of an angel were burning with the flames of hell. "Eric..."