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Aziral stared at the gun for a long time, thinking: "A slight movement of my hand, and I'll decide someone's fate. Someone will never open their eyes again, but who? Who should I shoot? One of them is a murderer, but who?!!" His mind was a complete mess. He didn't know what to do and already regretted picking up the weapon. SUDDENLY!! Aziral's hand began to rise, and he pointed the gun at Naira. It seemed that some unknown force was controlling his actions... and he **fired at the ceiling...**