Lying in wait for a while, I maintained utter stillness, my watchful eye unblinking as I stared at one spot through the scope of the White Death.
It was the space between a metal fence and a brick wall, a narrow gap that led both to and from a place outside of my sight, snaking to be obscured by that same wall; it was a shortcut I only realised existed thanks to the Protagonist managing to reach me quicker than expected.
Anyway, it was only because this small section was blocked by that fence―and it was only because it was this very sort of metal bar fence―that I could catch him off guard.
Eventually, just like I planned.
'...Now.'
Finally, I pulled the trigger, a minute sense of magic energy being drained from my body at the same time to refill that used by the weapon.
In a single heartbeat, that drained magic energy was also filled in.
And at that moment.
[You Died]
Crimson words appeared before my eyes.
