"... What a peculiar visitor."
A woman's voice echoed from one of the passages. A few moments later, she came out from the shadow of the passage.
It was a woman with rich, long, flowing black hair almost reaching her toes. Her dark-colored irises seemed sharp and cold, but mysteriously, it wasn't giving her a cold-blooded impression. She was wearing something like a turtleneck sweater paired with tight long pants. An overcoat of an unbelievably dark color was hanging over her shoulders.
However, what caught my attention wasn't the attire or her humongous knockers. It was the thing she was wielding over her shoulders.
"A sniper rifle??"
Although the shape and size don't match anything from my memory, the parts like the scope, the buttstock, the tripod, and the suppressor at the tip match what I know.
"Oh, you know what this is, brat?"
