"Ran. RAN!"
The pain from the antidote suddenly numbed as Shinichi stared at the only girl who he cared about, only girl he liked, only girl who liked her back, lay limp like a rag doll; head bleeding from where Gin shot him.
Gin grinned wickedly; flaring eyes like the ones of a maniac, and pointed the gun at Shinichi, slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. "Your turn," he said matter-of-factly. Almost like this was a game to him; probably was.
The last sound Shinichi heard was the sound of the gun going off.
Err...a possible death scene for The Hunt.