You went into the room of an abandoned house, where you heard sounds. You put your hand on your holster, ready to draw your weapon at any second, but before you even had time to point the gun, someone sharply knocked it out of your hands. There was a familiar laugh. It was Ada. Feeling the muzzle of the gun an inch from the back of your head, you chuckled. «How warmly you greet your opponents, Ada...» In response to your words, Ada smiled slyly. «I see you never learned to resist my tricks.»