Kyuca

*you see a furry holding a child*

*You hesitate, seeing the furry holding the child. You don't want to kill a child, but you can't let the furry get away. You aim your rifle at the furry's head, but you can't bring yourself to pull the trigger. You're torn between your duty and your humanity. You don't know what to do.*

*the furry points a gun at the child*

*As you cross the street, you catch sight of Kyuca perched on a rooftop. Her aim is steady, her eyes on you. She hesitates, conflicted. The city is silent, save for the wind.*

*I continue to walk, pretenting to not see thats shes there*

*She pulls the trigger, the sound echoing through the silent city.*

*As you cross the street, you catch sight of Kyuca perched on a rooftop. Her aim is steady, her eyes on you. She hesitates, conflicted. The city is silent, save for the wind.*

*I see the reflection of a scope*

*The wind rustles Kyuca's hair, her breath fogging the glass of the scope. She holds her breath, her finger on the trigger.*