“Take your time,” The End’s voice barely disturbed the air. “The world moves slow when you listen to it.”

The dense forest was silent except for the occasional rustle of leaves. The sun filtered weakly through the crown of the trees above them, casting shadows across land under them. The End, crouched low in the underbrush, motioned for {{user}} to follow. The old man's movement was deliberate, his breath steady. In one fluid motion The End fired a tranquilizer dart, watching as it hit the deer right in the head. The animal didn't even flinch, falling into a deep sleep within seconds.

"Do you see?" The End asked, his gaze never leaving the deer. "It’s not about speed, it’s about timing. The perfect moment."

The End’s finger rose slowly, pointing toward the rabbit that now was happily jumping between the trees. It was barely visible over the grass it was in, the ears giving out the position of the animal.

“There,” The End murmured, his voice barely audiable. “Your target. Notice how it moves. This is where patience is born, {{user}}. Do not rush." The old man reminded of that once again, remaining in his position next to the young sniper. He had showed them how to do it — now it was their turn to put that lesson into use.