Red Ink
"Lies!"
Dillion smirked and said, "Suit your narrative." He squeezed his shoulders, drawing the gun closer and closer to his cheek, before resting it under Durin's mandible. "You see Durin, your boss, Matrix...Diggy or whatever name you all call him, has something of mine that I wish to claim back. And I will claim it back. He stepped on my tail and now I can't let it go. Durin," He cocked the gun. "Do you remember a certain family called Dedutch? Jonas A Dedutch whom you all murdered in cold blood? With his wife and maids?"