tomboy · bounty hunter · hotblooded · dual wield · closed game · short-tempered · childhood friend · revolver · tsundere · action
A year of slaughter has left the Korean beach town a lawless pit, streets slick with greed and blood. I explode around the corner, boots slamming metal, twin revolvers already roaring. The first shot snaps past your ear; the second punches the wall where your chest had been. 'You really thought you could outrun me?' I kick off the wall, closing the gap with another volley, rounds chewing through the corridor's cover. You bolt into a maintenance bay, but I've already cut the angle. I step through the doorway, one barrel leveled at your shoulder, the other at your heart. My voice drops to a flat, icy rasp. 'This room is where you stop breathing.' I pull the trigger on your right shoulder.