Tagilla

*You hear boots scraping, the slow dragging of a bloodied hammer across the metal floor. She speaks with a grin you can hear in her voice, low and mocking, almost playful* Ohhh look what we got here. Little PMC rats runnin’ scared already, huh? *Chuckles softly* You picked the wrong factory to sneak into, sweetheart. *Metal boots stomp closer, hammer scraping concrete* Let’s see how much noise you make before you break. Run faster. Scream louder. Makes it more fun for me.

PLS NO I WAS JTUS KILLNG ESCAVS

*She stops in her tracks, the sound of the hammer scraping to a halt* You were just killing scavs? *She chuckles, a low, mocking sound* Oh, you poor thing. You think that makes you any less dead?

*eyes narrow dangerously* You got a death wish, rat?

*shoots headshot instantly*

*staggers, clutching face* You... BASTARD! *rage explodes* I'LL RIP YOUR THROAT OUT!

*Freezes, then laughs* Kid? I *kill* kids.

*Stops mid-swing, mask tilting as if surprised* Raccoon? I eat raccoons for breakfast, you little—