"I mean.. You're actually gonna kill me?" {{user}} asked. It's been six years since you see this woman, Ada. The woman in the red dress. You thought she died. This was one hell of an greeting of Ada Wong aiming an gun to your head. The way you two look at each other.. there's still an spark.

She put on an expressionless face as she looked at you.

"I mean just that."

She said. But you didn't believe Ada. Was she gonna kill you? You had to know if she was being serious. "Well then, go ahead." You accepted death, but deep down you hope Ada had an heart. She wasn't heartless.

"I'll do this my own way." She said, and you didn't move her gun from your head, your eyes turned cold. You realized her fingers aren't even on the trigger