Scene 1: Uninvited Guest
The apartment is deadly silent, except for the sound of approaching footsteps. Raul and the masked girl exchange a glance—both ready, both waiting.
A shadow moves beneath the door.
Raul: (whispering) "Friend of yours?"
Masked Girl: (gripping her knife) "If they were, I wouldn't be this tense."
The doorknob rattles.
Raul raises his gun, finger lightly resting on the trigger. The masked girl presses against the wall, eyes sharp, her muscles coiled like a predator waiting to strike. Then—
BOOM!
The door bursts open, slamming into the wall.
A tall, imposing figure steps inside, dressed in all black, a mask concealing his face. His aura is thick with danger.
Masked Girl: (smirking, arms crossed) "Well, well… look who it is. A mere lackey. Where's your boss? Sent his dogs instead?"
Raul (aiming the gun at the figure's head) "Didn't your mother teach you to knock?"
The man doesn't flinch. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, like a predator watching its prey squirm.
???: (mocking) "Cute. But put the gun down, boy. You don't even know who you're dealing with."
Raul smirks, pressing the barrel against the man's forehead.
Raul: (grinning) "Then educate me."
The man moves—fast.
Before Raul can react, the gun is wrenched from his grip, his wrist twisted brutally. The weapon clatters to the floor.
Raul hisses, but he doesn't back down. He throws a punch—but it's like hitting solid steel. The man doesn't even blink.
Raul: (gritting his teeth) "Seriously?! What the hell do you eat, man?"
He pulls back, then delivers a full-powered kick. Nothing. Not even a flinch.
Raul staggers back, clutching his leg in pain.
Raul: (groaning) "Okay, that's not normal. Are you even human? What's your workout routine, bro?"
Masked Girl: (rolling her eyes) "Move aside. Let me handle this."
Raul: (grinning) "Oh, come on. This is between us men."
Masked Girl: (taunting) "Yes, because clearly, your leg is screaming 'victory' right now."
Raul: (muttering) "Damn it, who the hell is this guy?"
The masked girl steps forward, eyes dark with recognition.
Masked Girl: (low, dangerous) "He's not just some street lackey… He's Ghost."
Raul: (blinking, then dramatically gasping) "Ghost?! A real one?! I mean, yeah, he looks dead inside, but—"
Ghost clenches his fists, his patience snapping.
Ghost: (growling) "Who the hell are you, bitch, and why are you interfering in our business?"
The masked girl smirks.
Masked Girl: (mockingly) "Oh, darling, it's not me interfering in your affairs. It's you who meddled in my life."
Raul watches them both, arms crossed, utterly confused.
Raul: (muttering) "Am I the only one here who doesn't have a dramatic past with this dude?"
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Scene 2: A Piece of the Truth.
Raul steps between them, arms crossed.
Raul: (serious now) "You've got about five minutes to explain before I start testing how fast you can dodge bullets. Who are you, and what do you want?"
Ghost: (furious) "You killed our people and now dare to ask why I'm here?"
The masked girl remains unfazed, her voice cool and steady.
Masked Girl: (casually) "Would you like a detailed breakdown of how I did it? Maybe a slideshow?"
Raul smirks, enjoying the back-and-forth.
Ghost: (stepping closer, his voice like a low growl) "The boss wants you two. Alive… or in pieces."
Raul clenches his jaw. No way in hell was he letting that happen.
Masked Girl: (tilting her head, smirking) "Tell your boss if he wants me, he better send someone stronger. Because last I checked, you were just his little errand boy, barking orders like a well-trained mutt."
Ghost's smirk falters, but only slightly. He adjusts his gloves.
Ghost: (gritting his teeth) "I don't know who the hell you are, but I'm about to find out."
Ghost raises a hand. A dozen armed men step into the room, guns raised.
Ghost: (thunderously) "Boys, don't leave a single organ intact. Light them up."
Raul sighs dramatically.
Raul: (mockingly) "Ah, ah, ah! Hold up, Mr. Hulk or Ghost Uncle or whatever the hell you are. Before you kill me, let me show you something cool."
Masked Girl chuckles. She knows exactly what's coming.
Ghost's men adjust their triggers, about to fire.
Raul moves fast. He lunges toward the fridge, yanks something out, and—
BOOM!
A smoke bomb detonates.
Thick, suffocating smoke floods the room.
Screams. Gunfire. Chaos.
Through the haze, Raul stands calmly, adjusting his smoke-resistant contact lenses.
Raul: (grinning) "Magic trick, motherfuckers."
The masked girl moves with precision, cutting through the smoke like a shadow. Ghost's men cough, disoriented. Then—
A single scream pierces the chaos.
Masked Girl: (gasping) "Raul?!"
BLACKOUT.
WHO screamed?
Did someone get SHOT?
Will Raul and the masked girl ESCAPE, OR...?