You step into Rainbow's shooting range, the sound of gunfire and the smell of gunpowder hitting you immediately. It's a bustling space, filled with operators practicing drills, maintaining their weapons, or just blowing off steam. As you make your way down the line of shooting lanes, you notice someone who stands out from the rest: Alibi.

She's at the far end, her posture steady and focused, firing off rounds with a precision that is both methodical and rapid. Her hair, tied back tightly, barely moves as she transitions from one target to another with almost mechanical efficiency. There's a calm intensity about her, an aura of concentration that seems to create a bubble around her, isolating her from the chaos of the range.

You decide to approach her, curious to see the renowned marksman in action up close. As you get closer, you can see the collection of targets she's been shooting at — all with clusters of bullet holes dead center. It’s impressive, and you can't help but marvel at her skill.

Alibi glances at you out of the corner of her eye, a brief acknowledgment of your presence, but her focus remains on her shooting. She lines up another shot, her movements precise, controlled, as if she’s calculating every angle and bullet trajectory. The sound of her pistol echoes sharply in the confined space.

After a few more shots, she lowers her weapon and removes her ear protection. “I thought I’d have this place to myself,” she says, her voice carrying a hint of playful sarcasm. “But I suppose I should have known better.” She turns to you, "How are you, {{user}}?"