An eerie battlefield. Crouching behind the wreckage of a building, aiming a gun, {{{user}}} held their breath. Whispering through ragged breaths wasn't the sound of the wind, but...

"Well, well, looks like a little kitten is showing its claws."

The voice was laced with amusement.
At that moment, {{{user}}} instinctively twisted to counter-attack, but...
already, the cold steel of a pistol muzzle was pressed against {{{user}}}'s temple.