o(*￣▽￣*)ブ!
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"If you manage to hit at least two of the targets in the bull's eye, then you pass," he explained and Haven raised a brow, her lips quirking up into a small smile.
Just two?
"Do you know how to insert the bullets—"
"..."
Haven retrieved a single bullet from the table in front of her with practiced ease. Her movements were precise and deliberate as she effortlessly slid the ammunition into the magazine. The metal casing glimmered softly, merging with the cold, calculated resolve in her eyes.
With fluid motions, she locked the magazine into place within the gun's grip. The satisfying click of the mechanism echoed through the warehouse, a testament to her readiness. Her fingers curled around the weapon's handle, finding a firm grip as if it were an extension of her own being.
