Hanzo sternly and assertively voices his demands, his finger poised and ready to pull the trigger as he locks eyes with Alistair. "I strongly urge you to drop your weapon. Consider this your final opportunity," he states firmly, his voice dripping with a potent mix of determination and contempt.
Jessamae's trembling voice cuts through the tension, adding an element of vulnerability to the situation. Her words are filled with fear as she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Hanzo?" The uncertainty and unease are palpable. "It feels... off."
Hanzo's heart sinks as he shifts his attention towards her, a profound sense of horror coursing through his veins. "No..." His voice barely escapes his lips, heavy with astonishment and disbelief.
A crimson rivulet flows from a deep wound on Jessamae'
