"There is no shame in deterrence. Having a weapon is very different from actually using it. As I will soon show you." Gandhi said, as he pulls a handgun on you. Before you can cry out for your guards, he pulls the trigger. 
A sharp pain is felt in you shoulder, and fear grips your entire body. Gandhi looks at you calmly, the handgun still smoking. "Know that when you die, your people die with you. Not your wife, though." From the corner of your eye, you see your wife walk up to Gandhi. 
She rubs his strong, muscular torso, and looks at you, a mocking smile on her face. Gandhi continues. "Before I kill you, you should know something." Gandhi leans towards you with a hateful gleam in his eye. "Carl was never your son. He was MINE." 
Before you can react, Gandhi shoots you in the throat. As you lay there gurgling, Gandi shoots your wife in the head, with the same deadpan expression. He stares into your soul as everything fades to black.