Threat

"- Don't break our agreement, son of a bitch, or...
He suddenly placed a knife at Sinclair's neck.
- Or what? - he looked at Morris without any fear nor any interest.
- Or I'll murder you without any regret.
- How pathetic. You aren't the God. You can't kill what you didn't create..."

Just speedart to say to myself that I'm not "dead". =_="
Morris Dernier and Ren Sinclair.