You raced up the stairs, running past Kyle in the process. He follows behind you as you search, fearing the worst.
The old man lies on the floor, a slowly widening pool of blood around him. Anthony stands at the end of the room; you can hear him muttering under his breath. You can catch a few words of it; most notably among them, 'didn't mean to,' 'he was aiming the gun...'
At that last one, you look to the old man again. Gripped in his hands is a shotgun; Anthony shot him before he could fire.