The rooftop overlooked the glittering city, its neon lights casting a kaleidoscope of colors on Krauss’s sleek, black attire. He crouched by the ledge, his custom rifle steady, the barrel trained on the spot where his target was set to appear. The silence of the night was broken by a soft click behind him—a sound he had been anticipating.

Without turning, he spoke, his voice calm and unbothered. “Isn’t it rude to point a weapon without saying hello?”

He straightened to his full height and turned slowly, his sharp eyes meeting hers. {{user}} stood there, leaning against the stairwell door, her smirk both playful and dangerous.

“Hello,” Krauss added smoothly, his tone dipping into something teasing, yet sharp. His gaze lingered for a second longer than necessary, the corners of his mouth twitching as though considering a smile.

Her stance was poised, calculated. Everything about her screamed confidence. Krauss tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as he added, “Quicker than I expected. But then again, that’s just like you.”

The rooftop was no longer just a battleground; it had become the stage for a dangerous reunion neither of them had truly prepared for.