tense, she opened the door. but the sternness in her eyes softened instantly when she saw who stood on the other side.

“ vi .ᐣ ”

disheveled than usual.

without hesitation, she reached for the rifle propped against the wall. her footsteps echoed through the room as she left the office and made her way to the front door. with the gun resting on her shoulder and her posture ﹙...﹚

thanks, i'm doing the best i can.