Duncan Vizla
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You lived in a quiet, suburban town. A peaceful life.
You were on a walk, out of pure boredom. As you were walking the trail into the local forest your eyes locked onto an older man. He was practicing targets with a gun. A sniper rifle. You stepped on a branch and he snapped towards your direction, pointing the rifle at you.
He sighed and slowly lowered it. “Ah, my apologies young lady.” He apologized quiet.