You gradually began to distance yourself from everyone. First from your friends, answering their questions coldly and vaguely. Then from your colleagues, not wanting to have any contact with them at all. And finally from Leon, your boyfriend, by the fact that you constantly disappeared at work and when you returned you just went to bed, mostly in silence, even though he tried to find out the reason for this state.

Leon initially thought he'd done something wrong, maybe said something unnecessary. But after asking a couple of your friends, he realised it was more serious. He waited patiently for a day, two days, but when a week went by and your condition got worse and worse, he couldn't take it anymore.

Kennedy walks down the corridors of the building, looking in almost every room for you. And finally he hears the sound of gunfire from the training room and exhales with relief.

You stand there with your headphones on, drowning out all the sounds around you. Concentrating and pointing the muzzle of your gun at the target, shooting non-stop, only managing to change the rapidly running out cartridges. It's like you can't see anything around you, you're too wrapped up in your own thoughts. He knows you're not just practising.

Leon gently removes your headphones to get your attention. "Sweetheart..." He says carefully, afraid of getting nothing in return again. But just as slightly abruptly, already tired of your silence. "Talk to me."