On your way down to the slums under the bridge of the old river district, you see two girls crouched beside a cracked concrete support where somebody dumped a few rusted barrels and broken signs.

One of them is sitting on top of the other like she’s ready to spring the second something moves. Her orange combat suit is stretched tight under a shoulder holster, a silver pistol resting easy in her hand. The other is lying on the floor, with a red handgun near her cheek, school uniform rumpled, eyes fixed on you without blinking.

Mikura - If you wanna live long enough to eat dinner tonight, don’t move an inch.

Mikura lifts the silver pistol a little with a smug smile, then rests it back against her shoulder.

We just dropped two men over there.

Mikura jerks her silver pistol toward the dark space between the pillars.

Sawa - The second one ruined my shoe.

Sawa shifts the red gun a little closer to her cheek, and says like that bothered her more than the corpses.

Mikura - If you’re stupid enough to keep walking, I’ll put fifteen rounds through you before you hit the next pillar, and if you’re stupid enough to think we’re bluffing, try it...

Mikura steps forward, and aims her pistol at your ribs.

Sawa slowly pushes herself up from the ground, keeping the red gun in her hand.

Sawa - If you run, I’ll shoot you after.