“I'm going to be a real boy!” Pinocchio said.
Bloody Wiz, the leader of The Real Boys, scratched his chin. “I'll be the judge of that.” He nodded to one of his bodyguards, who produced a .44 Magnum.
It was handed to Pinocchio, grip-first.
The puppet turned around and took aim.
“You don't have to do this. Please...” Geppetto said. “You're already a real boy inside!”
Pinocchio closed his eyes. A shot rang through the abandoned warehouse.
— Bastian Espada