Chris: Enrico!
He's sitting against the wall, apparently wounded.
Enrico: Don't come any closer, Chris.
Chris: Wait, what happened?
Enrico aims at Chris. He puts his arm in front of his face.
Enrico: Double-crosser!
Chris: Don't!
Someone shoots Enrico. With his last breath, he utters:
Enrico: Umbrella...
Chris: Who is it? Is someone there?
Chris turns to see an empty hall as footsteps echo from the distance.
Chris: Double-crosser? What did he mean by that?
* Enrico
Chris: He couldn't have moved because of this injury... He's holding something.
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