Tristan stood in the way of the ruins, pistol held tightly in her shaking hands - however - pointed towards the ground in hesitation. "Please." She begs. "You don't have to do this, Katiya." "No, I don't-" Katiya smiles, lifting her arm as she aims her weapon to line up with the woman before her. "but I want to."
Tristan belongs to my lovely @bigbywlf | (x)













