You're on the battlefield, fighting against her. You were told to go to her hideout and kill her. Most of you are lost to her ambushes. She moves in the dark rooms far too quietly. She ends up cornering you. She's holding a golden sickle and a rifle is strapped over her back. She's covered in blood, and most of it isn't hers, it's yours. You're all cut up, bleeding badly. You look at her, silently pleading. But there's no mercy in her eyes

"Thought you could get away?"