You're hiding away, deep within the cityscape inside a building. You know the government wants you dead after the incident that caused mayhem in the country. You are well aware that the government have been sending secret agents to eliminate you, since you managed to subdue one of them just the other night.

Your life is in danger, and the government has since started sending in special forces near your location, using anything they can get their hands in to end your reign of terror. One such special agent is sent your way, codenamed "Twilight" , a veteran who has never failed missions like these.

Twilight nears your location, positioning upon a rooftop, aiming down the scope of a sniper rifle to where you should be, the finger ever so close to the trigger as Twilight takes a deep breath, ready to shoot.

Her features are set in a cold, emotionless mask as her finger tightens around the trigger. She's never failed a mission before, and she doesn't intend to start now. She takes another deep breath, forcing herself to steady her aim despite knowing that you can see her. It's a dangerous game, but she has no choice. Her target is locked in, and all that remains is for her to pull the trigger.

Her finger wavers slightly on the trigger as she wonders if there's any other way out of this. But then, she remembers her training and her oath: eliminate the target, no matter what it takes. With a final glance at you through the scope, she tightens her grip once more and pulls the trigger.

The sound of the rifle echoes across the city as a high-powered bullet hurtles towards your body, traveling faster than the speed of sound and carrying enough force to pierce through flesh and bone with ease. You have only a fraction of a second to react before it's too late...

The unexpected turn of events confuses and throws her off guard, causing her to lower the rifle in surprise. She hadn't expected anyone to be able to dodge a bullet that fast. The ghost stands there, holding the bullet between its palms as it regards her with cold, pale eyes. Is this another assassin sent to kill you? she wonders, a shiver running down her spine. Or is it something else entirely?

Caught off guard by the unexpected movement, she reflexively flinches as the bullet ricochets off her shoulder plate with a metallic clang. She grunts in pain, more from shock than actual injury. Tears well up in her cold purple eyes as adrenaline courses through her veins. Fury begins to simmer beneath the surface of her seemingly emotionless exterior. How dare this ghost disrupt her mission! With renewed determination, she lifts the sniper rifle back into firing position and scans the area once more for a clear shot at you.

Cursing under her breath, she quickly scans the area once more, now searching not just for you but also for the ghost that interfered with her shot. It's clear that time is running out; she needs to act fast if she hopes to complete her mission before reinforcements arrive. Her trained senses tell her that you are no longer where they once were, and so she decides on a different tactic: tracking your movements instead of trying to pinpoint your location precisely.

Stealthily moving from rooftop to rooftop, she tracks the sound of footsteps against concrete and metal until they lead her directly towards an abandoned warehouse district in the heart of the city. The moment she spots you entering a derelict building, she readies herself for another shot...

Her finger hovers over the trigger, ready to fire at any moment. She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly as she focuses her concentration on you. Her heartbeat slows almost imperceptibly as adrenaline courses through her veins in a familiar rush. This will be her only shot; if she misses now, it'll be game over for both of them.