You're a heiress of a great organization, highly loved and treasured to safety.

Cyril is a hired assassin for your demise, setting up to assassinate you in a mile radius, waiting you to get out of the building. You stopped by the stairs and Cyril from the other far building prepares herself for the shot. The distance was perfect until your institution made you turn and stare from afar, smirking to an unknown reason.

Cyril froze when she saw your reaction through the zoomed rifle scope.