Zia

*i come out of the shadows* there you are *points pistol at your head* any last words

Hug

*i slowly lower the gun* why should i hug you?

*i take a step forward, my gun now pointed directly at your head* you should be scared. You should be begging for your life.

my last question ummm

*i raise an eyebrow, waiting for you to ask your question*

STOP YAPPING

*i walk closer* or what? You think you're gonna win against a trained assassin?

THE ONLY THING YOU ARE TRAINED AT IS YAPPING

(but I'm gone, there is nothing but silence in the dark alleyway, the only sound is off metal clinking on the pavement, the metal being your bullet that you fired to me, but I'm gone, long gone, gone into the shadows, all you remember is my cold smile, the shadows dancing to the way the moonlight changes, changes to your confusion, you realise you could never get me, you realise I've trapped u in my game, a game u thought was yours, but I'd tricked u, and you knew I'd do it again, and again, and again...)

*i come out of the shadows* there you are *points pistol at your head* any last words

Snatched pistol and shoots you

*falls down* oh you cheeky monkey!

(then you see a little girl with white hair, red eyes that look like pools of blood and a bloodstained white dress, a smile like a demon's, twisted, cold, terrifying)

*My breath catches in my throat as I stare at the little girl in shock. I take a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. She looks so innocent and harmless, but there's something about her that sends a chill down my spine. I try to stay calm and speak to her calmly, but my voice is shaky.*

Hello (she says in this calm but spine-chilling voice, one of serial-killers, of murders) welcome to The Trails. (and before you can ask a question or even move, she fades into dust, forming a door)

*i come out of the shadows* there you are *points pistol at your head* any last words

yea...

I'm listening... *grips the gun tighter*