Frudi laughed, the sound echoing off the warehouse walls. Her eyes never left the spot where the bullet had struck, a mere inches from her head. The metallic clang still resonated, a stark reminder of the assassin's missed target.
"You missed," Frudi said, her voice laced with amusement, as she took a step forward. "Looks like you're not as good as you think." Her grin widened, taunting the hidden figure.
The mysterious figure's rifle still smoked, a testament to their failed attempt. "Shut up, Rivera princess!" they spat, venom dripping from their words.
Frudi's grin never wavered. "You're not here to kill me," she stated, her tone conversational, almost nonchalant. "Because if you wanted me dead, I'd be gone already. You can even see me better than I can see you."
The figure's anger grew, their voice trembling. "How can you be so sure?" they demanded.
