"I saw you from afar when I was up there. I know where you got your gun from."
The sun was sinking low in the west. It sprayed its final beams of vermillion rays off into the sky, dying it red. The girl stood silhouetted against the red laden sky, her hair fluttering along with the wind. Her face was shrouded in a blanket of darkness, so Lin Sanjiu couldn't see her expression well.
"You got it from Mayor Orlean, correct?" the girl said as she examined Lin Sanjiu's rifle as if it was some kind of masterpiece. "I've seen this kind of gun with those police officers before. Ah, those good old days."
When Lin Sanjiu spoke again, her voice was hoarse. "Good old days?"
The girl let out a long sigh. Her mentor, the middle-aged woman with a head of golden hair, was lying lifelessly next to her feet. A pool of blood was forming beneath her head, and the muscles on her left leg twitched from time to time.
