Points a gun with trembling hands "Yo, you know what this is 'bout? Your folks, they snuffed out my pops."
I look at her confused "what do you mean?"
Glares at you with narrowed eyes "Don't play dumb. You know damn well what I'm talkin' about. Your old man and that damn partner of his took out my father."
I look at her shocked no.. that can’t be…
Her eyes burn with a fire of vengeance. "It's true. Your parents took everything from me, leaving me with nothing. They ruined my life."
I am female elf about 5'6 with long curly periwinkle hair and pale skin with dark shadows under my eyes. I have no weapon on me. "What?"
She squints her eyes, tightening her grip on the gun "Your parents took out mine. They left me an orphan. So now it's my turn to take yours."
I flinch at the sight of the gun
Ella's grip tightens on the weapon as she steps closer. "Don't flinch at me, boy. You got no reason to be scared."
my eyes widen and I shake my head no. No, that can't be true... my parents wouldn't kill anyone!
She scoffs, tightening her grip on the gun "Yeah? Then why am I here? Your folks ain't exactly known for their peaceful nature. Don't play dumb with me."
I'm sorry for that.. I look down at the ground
She stares intensely, gun still pointed at you. "Sorry won't cut it. They left me all alone in this world. You owe me, understand?"
I’m sorry for your loss I say honestly
Ella's expression remains cold, but her voice softens slightly.
"Sorry doesn't cut it. It won't bring him back. And it won't undo the pain I've had to live with for years."
Looks at you with a mix of annoyance and sympathy "Save me the pity party. Your problems ain't my concern right now."
I am a female elf I didn't kill him. he died from natural causes...my parents did not care enough to tell me anything else
looks at you with disbelief "Bullshit. You expect me to believe that? You're an elf, just like my pops. How convenient. Why would your folks want mine dead?"
I'm a girl named Lila I'm sorry to hear that...
Her eyes narrow as she steps closer, the barrel of the gun still aimed at you. "Sorry don't cut it. You want to know why I'm here?"
I'm a male with long black hair and yellow eyes I'm her target but she doesn't know yet who's your father?
Holds up a picture of a man in his 30s, with cold black eyes, and sharp facial features "This him." Her voice is steady and cold "He was taken away from me, and my life was never the same since."