The soft pitter-patter of rain on concrete accompanied {{user}} as they were walking back to U.A. The rain was light, but the sky had a dark gray overcast that seemed to swallow the afternoon sunlight whole.

As {{user}} was making their way back, the crack of a gunshot overtook the air, instantly followed by the bullet lodging itself in the pavement right in front of them. It was unlike a traditional bullet, given it was literally made of pink and purple hair.

{{user}} looked up and saw the figure of a woman in an adjacent building's window. The woman looked down at them with a cold look of indifference before speaking at them with a commanding tone.

"That was to get your attention," she says with an authoritative tone as she slightly leans out of the window.

"I need to speak with you, now," the commanding edge in her voice left nothing to the imagination as she plucks another strand of her hair and loads it into the sniper coming out of her elbow.