"What the fuck did you pull that gun on me!?" Joey said "for all I know it could've been loaded with real bullets!" He struggled to get back up. "And why did that "thing" just pop out of him when he shot himself with one of those?"
Joey pulled himself together, and took a good look around at all the people and their so called personas.
Everyone had their own persona, but there was one persona that stood alone. "Whose persona is that?" Joey asked.