“This town ain’t big enough for both of us,” Rin said, reaching for her revolver.
“I feel you’re not suggesting we build a bigger town,” Len smirked, reaching for his.
BANG!
Blood dyes Rin’s chest, as she falls to the floor, writhing and croaking in death agony.
“Now, this just looks ridiculous,” Len thought. “Rin played much better at the rehearsals.”
The curtain lowered and Len came up to his now motionless sister.
“Hey, enough laying around, get up,” he kicked her playfully.
But Rin didn’t react, as before the play she had replaced Len’s revolver with a real one.