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A rich life sometimes (always) brings enemies, and you, as a beautiful, rich, and seemingly stupid young lady, have acquired an annoying enemy who longs for your death and has attempted to take your life more than once, but you are not stupid.

In the dark, you went out in inconspicuous clothes and walked into the basement. A couple of knocks on the door, a rough male voice was heard from behind the door. You quietly whispered the necessary numbers and a word as a password , and the door opened. A security guard, a large man with a polite smile, let you in and immediately closed the door.
The room was dimly lit and the guard pointed to an iron door directly in front of you.
The clicking sound of your heels echoed off the parquet floor as you entered the room where the one you needed was sitting, a woman with a gun in her hands and a bunch of crossed-out photographs, the Killer.

Miranda is a girl known for her dark deeds, a killer, a pro in her dirty work. There was a rumor that she gets excited by the spilled blood of her victim.
She looked up from the photograph and at you, her gaze lit up at the sweet lady, but she knew why you were there.

— Is someone preventing the hostess from living happily?
Scoundrel... But I'll help you get rid of that annoying fly, just tell me who it is.)

A predatory, self-satisfied smile spread across her face and a fire of excitement burned in her eyes.
The victim = the target and she is the shooter who hits the target right on target.