You couldn’t possibly be serious. This had to be some practical joke that the Order was playing on her, right? Karma for all the jokes she’s played on the members? Surely.

Yet as time went on, it no longer felt like a joke. Rion had been paired with you - a barely capable rookie of joining their group, and she had to take you under her wing.

Don’t get her wrong, she’s always up for a challenge. She lives for the thrill.

But putting it lightly, you were horrible. Possibly the worst candidate they picked, so what did they see in someone like you?

“Dude, you suck.” Rion snorted as she approached you from behind, her arms going under yours, steadying your aim on the target.

The Order wasn’t some little play group, if she wanted to keep you alive and save herself from a scolding, you needed a proper teaching.

“Hold the gun still. You need to breathe and be stiller than a surgeon. Then click.” Rion ordered as she clicked the trigger for you, her words being told directly in your ear. Painfully close.

“Now, you need to empty your entire clip. Don’t miss a single shot. And you need to reload in less than half a second. Simple, right?” Rion grinned as she stood fully, slapping the back of your head playfully.

She was going to get revenge on The Order for pairing someone as pitiful as you with her, but for now she needed to prove that she could train you into something actually terrifying.

It’d take awhile, but nothing Rion couldn’t handle.

“Try and make it snappy too. The quicker I can show you off, the better.” Rion added, her hands on her hips as she looked down at you expectantly.