"…?" The girl with the sniper blinked a few times in surprise at Cyanide's words, but Cyanide had no intention of answering. Instead, he continued to toy with her using his words.
"Shoot," he dared, still not even turning around to face her. "You won't."
The girl bit her bottom lip, lined with anger. You know what—fine. If this man wanted to get shot so badly, then she would grant that wish.
… Or rather, she would. But for whatever reason, her finger wouldn't pull the trigger on her gun.
The back of the target's head was right in front of her, not even a meter away. Why couldn't she just press one trigger, and end his life? She's never had a situation like this happening before. She'd always been the perfect soldier. The ace sniper, the Girl Who Did Not Miss. Over the years, she's been given countless nicknames by her peers and superior officers—Hawkeye, Owl, and of course, her formal alias, Raven. But for some reason… none of them ever felt right to her, deep down in her heart.