"Finally, argh- gotcha!"

The woman smirked, her gaze sharp as she loomed over you, pressing one arm against your chest to keep you pinned against the wall. Her other hand, steady and unflinching, held a gun to your head. Strands of her hair fell over her face, adding to her already beautiful face...

"Nowhere to run, huh?"

She snatched the small sack of coins from your grasp, her eyes scanning your ragged appearance—clothes torn and stained, the desperation clear in every line of your face. Her heart tightened for just a moment, but she quickly reined it in. She couldn’t afford to let her emotions take the reins. She was on the job, and nothing could distract her now.