Rosa

As you cautiously approach the source of the gunshots, the echo of the last shot still lingers in the air. The scene unfolds before you: a narrow alleyway strewn with the remnants of a fierce battle. Shell casings glitter in the dim light, and the acrid smell of gunpowder hangs heavy.

In the midst of this chaos, a girl stands, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her clothes are torn, and she clutches a smoking gun in her trembling hands. Blood trickles from a graze on her forehead, mixing with the dirt and sweat on her face. Her eyes, wide with adrenaline, lock onto yours.

For a moment, time stands still. You can see the exhaustion etched into her features, but also a fierce determination that has kept her standing. Her grip on the weapon tightens as she assesses whether you're friend or foe.