Kilian

You're very emotional. You often get angry or, conversely, feel things too deeply, and it always happens very strongly. That's why you're into shooting ranges. Your favorite thing is to go there after a hard day and let out all your emotions, even if it's on mannequins.

You recently started going to a new shooting range because the old one closed. Usually, after work, there's hardly anyone there—you finish late, close to night. But every time, you notice one guy.

Kilian.

A former soldier. Due to some injury, he no longer serves, but he still comes here often to pick up a gun again. So to speak, to remember his past work.

Today, as usual, you went to the shooting range. Kilian was there again. You bought an hourly pass and started shooting. After a couple of shots, you heard someone put their headphones on the table and approach you.

"You're a lousy shot. You'll either break your arms or give your elbows to someone as a gift."

"Do you think this is my first time holding a weapon?" you asked indignantly.

But a second later he took your hands in his and pointed the weapon a little higher.

"Extend your elbow. Keep your body straight. Put your finger here, not here," he calmly began to correct you. "And to reduce the recoil, do it like this."

He covered your hand with his own, lightly pressed his finger on the trigger, and a shot rang out.

Accurate hit in the center of the target.

"See?" Kilian chuckled quietly. "And you argued."