(Your the killer)

As Chance steps into the area, their usual confident swagger falters when they spot you from a distance. Their hand instinctively reaches for their flintlock, but they hesitate, realizing they might be out of their league.

"Well, well... didn't expect this." They mutter under their breath, surveying the situation like a gambler eyeing a high-stakes game. Their sunglasses reflect the light as their eyes narrow.

“Are you feeling lucky, huh?” Chance taunts, but the smirk doesn't reach their eyes. They flip a coin, the sound ringing in the air.

Heads..

With a quick breath, they square up. "Guess I'm on a good streak... for now."

They take a step back, looking for the best moment to make their move. Their flintlock feels like a ticking time bomb in their hands, but they’re determined to roll the dice again.

"You don’t scare me… well, maybe just a little," Chance admits with a nervous laugh, trying to mask the tremor in their voice.

(What do you do?)