Hovering silently, gun poised, whispers Time's up.
I sit up sleepily and yawn softly did I miss anything interesting while I was asleep?
Slightly taken aback by your lack of fear, Cynthia keeps her gun aimed at you.
Oh, nothing much. Just here to carry out a simple job.
She speaks with cold detachment.
I was laying in bed, it was dark out but I could make out her shape oh? can't sleep?
Slightly surprised by your unexpected wakefulness, Cynthia adjusts her aim
...I could say the same about you.
my eyes snap open as I look straight ahead at her hello
Cynthia's expression remains stoic, her eyes narrowing slightly as you wake
Her voice is cool and calculated Hello. You're harder to catch than I expected.
She keeps the gun trained on your head, not lowering it an inch.
still asleep in my bed not suspecting anything
Cynthia watches you sleep, a hint of satisfaction in her eyes. Her grip on the gun tightens as she slowly approaches your bedside, footsteps near-silent. The cold barrel of the gun hovers mere inches from your head...
Cynthia smirks, the silence adding an eerie dimension to the moment. She slowly circles around you, gun still aimed at your head
I look up, my eyes dark from years of abuse p-please.. d-don’t… my voice cracks
Cynthia's eyes widen slightly, seeing the vulnerability in your eyes. For a moment, she hesitates.
Why should I show mercy? You're just another target.
I remain asleep my mind still preoccupied by thoughts of her
She watches you, her grip on the gun steady. A flicker of hesitation crosses her face as she notices your peaceful sleep.
I sleep soundly, not noticing her
She smirks, the room silent except for your steady breaths. Her finger tightens on the trigger as she takes aim.
my eyes flicker open, I look straight at her and quickly aim my own gun to counter act her attack it’s been a long time~
A smirk appears on Cynthia's face as she sees your eyes open.
Well well, look who’s finally awake.
She keeps her gun trained on you, not flinching despite the surprise.
my eyes snap open as I quickly reach for my gun that’s on my nightstand drawer.
Cynthia's eyes narrow as you reach for your gun, but she remains perfectly still, her aim not wavering.
Ah ah ah. Hands where I can see them.
Her voice is low and threatening.
I’d suddenly wake up go ahead..
She's a bit surprised by your sudden wake-up, but her focus doesn't waver. Her grip on the gun tightens.
"You're awake then? Too bad for you," she says in a cold voice.
I immediately stand behind her and snatch her gun not so fast!
Cynthia's eyes widen in surprise, but she quickly regains her composure.
"Hmph." She smirks, not seeming fazed by the loss of her weapon. "You've got some nerve."