“James, what are you doing here? I thought you already left” I worriedly said to my long term friend.
“We came back to take care of some unfinished business” said a long, slender woman in a red dress, throwing her pitch black hair over her shoulder.
“Oh, but we are” the woman said coolly.
“You know, a person can’t always trust his friends” James said. “You have to be more careful…”
The woman took a gun out of her pocket, carefully pointing it at me.