Shadow frowned underneath his mask.
His fingers curled into tight fists.
The way those two had just shown up—the way they carried themselves, like they owned the place—it pissed him off.
Especially Sniperess.
Her sharp, crimson eyes flicked to him, and just like that, her face twisted into nonchalant disgust.
To describe it──she looked annoyed at the man before her, but not enough to bother making a proper disgusted face.
It was like he wasn't even worth the effort.
"Hm?"
She tilted her head, then sneered.
"That him?"
She scoffed, shifting her rifle lazily over her shoulder.
"Can't see his freaky face, but I can already tell he's giving me that pissed, loser look."
Her voice dripped with condescension.
She clicked her tongue.
"Tch. Don't worry. I won't miss next time."
Shadow's body stiffened.
A deep, aggravated growl nearly slipped past his throat.
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