TotoKen

His hand-made leather shoes made a resounding noise on the marble floor. He stopped in front of Chris. "Can you solve this riddle," he asked Chris, and told him the riddle. A drop of sweat rolled down Chris' cheek. The noise of a falling drop of sweat broke the tension,  and Chris started smiling. "It's –" The scent of gunpowder and blood slowly filled the room. He showed Chris a USP with silencer. He shook his head. "I'm terribly sorry. The answer may never be spoken out loud." Chris looked down, amazed, and saw a bloodstain spreading at his chest. He looked back up to the man who had shot him, the man who had taught him everyth