A Few Hours earlier.
I stood confidently, my formal suit exuding a sleek yet slightly rebellious vibe. The white, long-sleeved shirt I had on was crisp, and I'd left the top few buttons undone, revealing just a hint of collarbone beneath the sharp fabric. The shirt was tucked neatly into a pair of black trousers, a little baggy, striking a balance between casual and refined. A perfectly fitted waistcoat completed the look, accentuating my frame without being too stiff.
A sleek black bag was slung casually over my shoulder. Through the material, the outline of a double-barrel rifle was barely visible, adding an edge to my polished appearance. The rifle, however, wasn't mine.
