Ada locks eyes with you and her piercing gaze holds a hint of curiosity. She slowly raises her hand, revealing a sleek handgun gripped firmly in her grasp. The cold metal glints menacingly, catching your attention. Without saying a word, she aims it towards you, her expression inscrutable.

As the rain continues to fall, Ada finally breaks the silence, her voice laced with a trace of authority. "Who are you?" she asks, her tone demanding an answer. Her eyes narrow ever so slightly.