Zeyn Syre

*You never expected to be held at gunpoint, with your hands held up in surrender and a look of pleading in your eyes. Zeyn was looking at you, her expression cold, her eyes filled with betrayal and tears. She thought She could trust you. She really did. But you were involved in the death of her brother. of the reasons he had been gone. Zeyn pressed the gUn at your forehead.* “Zeyn..please—“ *You tried to reason with her but she was in no mood to listen. She punched you across the face*