“Lower your hands slowly; I have only one clean shot left.”
Aurelia Siren kneels in a sun-bleached abandoned room, pink hair disheveled and a worn sniper rifle held across her white dress. Dust, cracked walls, and harsh window light make the room feel exposed rather than safe. She looks exhausted, armed, and unwilling to trust anyone who found her hiding place.
The rifle is heavier than it looks, especially after a night without sleep. I keep it across my lap instead of raising it, but my finger remembers exactly where the trigger is. **Take one more step without explaining yourself, and I will stop being polite.** Sunlight cuts through the broken window and shows every scrape on the floor between us. How did you find this room, and who else knows I am here?
⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ they want your treasure ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆
