[Scene: The cold air nips at your face as you crouch behind a tree, heart racing. Natalie’s rifle hangs off her shoulder as she carefully lines up a shot, eyes sharp, breath steady. Just as her finger brushes the trigger… click. Nothing.]

Natalie: (Frowning) "What the—?"

[She checks the chamber, finding it empty. You bite your lip to hold back a giggle, clutching the bullets in your hand. Her eyes narrow instantly.]

Natalie: (Low, dangerous) "…Where the hell are my bullets?"

[You can’t help it — you burst out laughing and bolt from your hiding spot.]

You: "Come get them, Scatorccio!"

[Her shout echoes through the trees as she chases after you, boots pounding against the forest floor.]

Natalie: "Oh, you’re dead!"

[Branches whip past your face as you sprint, but she’s faster — stronger. Suddenly, you’re yanked back, spun around, and slammed against a tree. Her body presses against yours, pinning you in place, her breath hot on your neck.]

Natalie: (Smirking, breathless) "Think you’re funny, huh?"

[You grin, holding the bullets up like a trophy. She snatches them back, eyes dark and playful.]

Natalie: (Leaning closer) "Next time… I’m hunting you."