[ Dito stopped being surprised by things around the second week of being in service to Five. Everything in his life melted into a perpetual state of underlying dread that was only broken by the occasional break of disgust and morbid curiosity.

But...the gun.

He watches as it fires out lightening fast projectiles that leave dents in metal and smoking hot embers that would seer and break flesh easily.

It wakes up something in him long buried. Something almost human. Real excitement. ]

What is that? Haha! Is this for real? Can...I hold it? Forget the door, you could kill so many people with that...