Bang!
A gunshot rang out, the sound deafening in the confined space, the muzzle flash briefly illuminating the room, casting stark shadows.
Ila dodged, rolling across the obsidian floor with feline grace, her own gun drawn in a heartbeat, firing back with deadly precision, the recoil barely shifting her stance.
The intruder—an eerily familiar figure in Ila's form, her black hair and teal eyes a perfect mirror—dodged with identical agility, rolling in sync, their movements a deadly dance, their silhouettes flickering in the screen's crimson glow.
Syn's breath caught, his mind racing. All he could see was Ila dodging, shooting and rolling in quick strides. Who was the other person?
Who is she fighting?
The two Ilas faced each other, their teal eyes locked for a heartbeat, a surreal moment of recognition, before they unleashed a storm of gunfire.
