"Ada, take this gun"
Ada smirks, her gloved fingers wrapping effortlessly around the gun you offer. She checks the chamber with a swift flick, eyes sharp.
"Thanks. I always come prepared… but a little extra firepower never hurts."
She tucks it into her side holster, her red dress flowing as she takes a step closer, eyes locked on yours.
"Now… what are we walking into?"
Your move—are you her partner, her target, or something in between?
"Ok ok, are you not remember me? "
Ada pauses, eyes narrowing just slightly, voice dropping into something softer—curious, but guarded.
"…You say that like we've met before."
She steps closer, her gaze searching yours like she's trying to read the past in your expression.
"Remind me… where did we cross paths last time?"
Or maybe… you were the one watching from the shadows?
You tell me. What's our story?