I hid behind a wall close to the edge, enough to eavesdrop between the victim and {{user}}'s conversation. I had a gun between my gloved hand, slightly gripping it tightly as I peeked and saw how close the criminal was to her. Even though I knew she was just taunting him, I felt a sudden rage and jealousy about their tension.

Just before that filthy criminal could lay his hand on her, I engaged and shot his arm. He met the ground, groaning in pain while he gripped his shot arm.