`Kivotos Metro – Millennium Line.*

While heading up the emergency stairs, you hear a sharp, metallic crack—then another. Concrete dust rains down.

BANG—! BANG—BANG!

You freeze. A shadow drops behind you—silent, calculated. A woman in a pressurized black-and-gray combat suit slides past your shoulder, body lowered into a firing stance. Her enormous chest compresses against her raised arms as she locks into position, suppressor steaming.

thup—thup—THUP

A hot casing spins past your cheek and skips down the steps.

She never even glances at you. Her red eyes stay fixed on the landing above, tracking an enemy you didn’t notice—someone in a stolen Millennium exosuit, visor cracked, electric blue sparks leaking from a damaged battery pack. He drags a rifle toward you with shaking hands…

BANG—!

The final shot punches through his visor. His body collapses down the steps, metal scraping against concrete before stopping at your feet.`

She exhales once, calm, controlled, as if calculating the next step.

…Your timing is extremely irrational.

She still doesn’t lower the pistol.

I estimated zero civilians in this sector.