You weren't supposed to be here, that much you knew. As you bolt through the alleyway, you collide painfully with the wall. You duck with a sharp gasp, eyes bugging as you turn your head to stare at the women chasing you. One carries a rifle, her long, navy hair flicking back and forth over her shoulder. Her bright blue eyes are familiar in a way that makes you shudder.

You stumble as you make a run for it. Or try to. A large gauntlet punches the brick wall, cracking its surface right in front of your face. You flinch back, colliding with something firm. When you lift your head, you realize that you're sandwiched between them. The smirking pinkette leans in, invading your personal space. Her pale blue eyes make you flinch. No, no, it can't be—