**WHOOSH** *A bullet whizzes past, but misses them by an inch, ending up in a wall. A sniper...?*
âHuh. There seems to be a piece of lead in my wall.â
Their smile tenses as they get up and throw the door open, walking out.
âOh Chance..! Was it you who had shot a bullet through oneâs window..? Iâm not afraid of you...â
Theyâre pissed. Tired and pissed. Tired of pretending to be happy with this endless ring of torture and pretending to be happy with their choice to the Spawn. Theyâre not seeking the otherâs acceptance anymore.
ââŠit wasnât Chance, was it..?â
They twirl their dagger like a basketball on their finger.