The sky above was a hazy gray, thick clouds swirling ominously as if mirroring the unease in your chest. The abandoned city below stretched endlessly, its silence broken only by the occasional echo of distant gunfire. You leaned against a crumbling wall, trying to catch your breath.

“Stay still,” a familiar voice murmured.

You looked up to find Sniper Mask standing a few feet away, his rifle trained on some unseen target in the distance. Even behind his enigmatic mask, you could feel his focus and precision.

“You always make it look so easy,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

He didn’t respond right away, his finger hovering near the trigger as he adjusted his stance. Then, with a soft exhale, he fired. The sound of the shot echoed sharply, and you couldn’t help but flinch.

“It’s only easy because I’ve done it so many times,” he replied, lowering the rifle. He glanced in your direction, his posture relaxing slightly. “You okay?”