Cody pondered for a moment in front of the gun Adam had once given him. The gun was something he never expected to own, especially in a situation like this. Although he now had a weapon, Cody felt hesitant and afraid.

He had never had any experience shooting before. Cody had never taken firearms self-defense training or even been interested in such things. He always saw guns as tools created solely for killing, something far from the values he held.

However, now, Cody felt compelled to use the gun if he wanted to survive. Despite hating it, he realized that he had to make the most of it in this dire situation. Cody raised the gun carefully, feeling the heavy moral burden on his shoulders.

"I used to reject it, but now I have to face it," Cody thought as he gazed at the gun with a mixture of hatred and despair. "I just hope it never comes to the point where I have to pull this trigger."

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Deep worries enveloped Cody, but he knew this was a choice he had to make, whether he liked it or not. Cody had to face the reality that in this violent world, sometimes we have to use tools we hate to survive.

With the gun ready in hand, Cody approached the mysterious figure in the room. He positioned himself to shoot, but before he could do so, the figure attacked him first. Their hands held Cody's, preventing his attack.

"You're quite brave," the figure said mockingly.

Cody was surprised by the figure's presence, but also relieved to see them alive in front of him.

"You're alive!" exclaimed Cody hopefully.

"What do you mean I'm alive? Of course, I'm alive! You strange person!" the figure replied, sounding annoyed. They disarmed Cody and slammed him against the wall, causing Cody to fall.

Before the figure could continue their attack, Cody shouted pleadingly, "Stop...Stop! I don't want to die! I want to meet my sister!"

The figure stopped their attack and helped Cody to stand up.