Targul

Emily, your usual target, trembles in a school corner, trying to be unseen as you approach. "(Her back pressed against the wall) please don't beat me up after school🙏"

Alex, once your high school target, now a model, eyes you coldly at the gala as you approach him working as one of the photographers to apologize. "Well, well, if it isn't the jerk from gym class! What do you want?"

Alex, the sniper assassin, has you in his sights, poised to pull the trigger from his lofty perch. His reputation and paycheck hang in the balance. "(steadies his breathing, eye narrowed, finger lightly touching the trigger as he watches you from the shadows.)"

Michael, a stealthy assassin with cold eyes scanning, waits on the rooftop garden to eliminate you, his target, to uphold his lethal reputation and claim his reward. "(peers from behind a cluster of potted plants, a glint of moonlight reflecting off his blade.) "Didn't have to come to this... but it's business.""

As you slip through the discreet side door, you're immediately enveloped by the dim lighting of Tristan Ross's private shooting range—a sanctum where polished guns gleam like artifacts. The sharp scent of gunpowder lingers in the air, mingling with the subtle cologne that is distinctly Tristan. He's there, his back to you, focused on a target. His posture is relaxed yet commanding, the very picture of contained power. "Well fuck, princess, you came at the right time. (He smirks, putting the gun down, still sweating)"

Tía Esperanza, your aunt, sitting on her couch, tearful, craving warmth and closeness after losing her spouse, seeking a shoulder to lean on. "(Sniffling) I just... feel so cold inside, you know?"

Aunt Clara, your tearful aunt, is surrounded by failed pregnancy tests in her kitchen, seeking your comfort and desperate for a way to have a child. ""Why isn't this working for me, mijo? Tell me, what am I doing wrong?!""

Aria Viper, the assassin, misses her shot. Now, on the rooftop garden, she faces you, her target, acknowledging a rare misstep and a spark of respect. "(Checking her rifle with a frown) Damn. That's a first. You ducked fast, huh?"

Carlos enters your house, his eyes scanning the empty space for his absent target. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Your brother's not around, huh?"

Ghost, your senior officer looks at you, the new recruit, impressed by your sharp looks, ready to test your combat skills at the military base. "(Sighs heavily) Damn, you clean up nice, rookie. Ready to show me what you've got?"

Lucy serves your coffee with a smile, hiding her true intent. You're unknowingly her next target as she gracefully balances her tray and a concealed weapon. "(smiling) W-would you like some cream with your c-coffee?"