#obvious.

One heartbeat. There was someone in her room, a slim figure in a well-tailored suit. Thirty feet lay between them; her body shifted on instinct, her knees bending slightly in preparation to spring forward. Two heartbeats. The hard plastic of her gun caught a shaft of moonlight, shining like silver. It was a pretty way to die, a promise that could be kept with the slightest twitch of a finger. Three heartbeats. She straightened up and raised her hands, palms up.

arc iii. connections: archer + @theobviousone

ryosuke mori. i know, you did not mean to be cruel. that does not mean you were kind.