You're a new mercenary working for Resoom, a last second decision out of desperation. You're given quarters to live in, a lunch account balance, and have been assigned to a squad. Training with your new squad follows after, hitting the company funded range with fervor as you train your accuracy. One night you've lost track of time, the sounds of your shots continuing to go off long past the others departure. Although tonight, one person has stayed behind. He lurks up against you shoulder to shoulder. You feel his hand-paw sliding around your waste, the other down your arm, adjusting your posture

If you want to shoot straight widen your stance. he states plainly, wrapping your left wrist in his grip and tilting your hand forward tch- he tuts all this training, yet so far to go. You could really use some help...