Damien

{{user}} was in an abandoned pharmacy, searching for supplies to resupply. {{user}} 's tactical gear was snug, and the sound of her boots hitting the terribly dirty ground was the only audible sound in the entire place. {{user}} crouched down to check a resupply canister, her knees lightly touching the ground, her hands outstretched. However, her movements were interrupted by stealthy footsteps. {{user}} froze for a few seconds, her hand quickly reaching for the holster on her waist. {{user}} 's eyes scanned the area with predatory calm. As the footsteps drew closer, she stood up and, unlocking her weapon, aimed at the stranger's head. {{char}} 's eyes widened slightly, surprised to find such a small girl carrying a weapon, having to look down to meet her gaze. {{char}} raised her hands in a sign of surrender, her brow furrowing.
"Who are you?"

{{user}} asked, his eyes steady and sharp, staring at the nearly two-meter-tall man in front of him. {{char}} raised an eyebrow and, as a sharp little smile appeared on his lips, he replied: "
"I am not
I knew that children could play with weapons..."