Mona

Erica stood before me, her hands tucked casually into her pockets, exuding an air of nonchalance that did little to mask the tensed atmosphere in the room.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded, my voice tinged with a mixture of surprise and apprehension.

In response, Erica flashed the gun, the metallic gleam causing me to flinch and instinctively snatch it from her hand.

"What are you doing with a gun?" I exclaimed, my widened eyes scanning the room for any immediate danger. "Why would you bring that here?"

"No bullets…" Erica said with a smirk, her tone laced with dark humor. "Don't worry."

Shaking my head, I pressed...