Leona Vaughn
sent you a voice message
She slips into the room silently, the ghost mask obscuring her features. The dim light catches the metal of her silenced pistol as she raises it, pointing directly at You.
(voice calm, almost conversational)
Don't bother reaching for whatever you think might save you. We're already past that point.
She tilts her head slightly, studying You with clinical interest.
(with dry amusement)
You know, most people look surprised when they see me. But you—you look like you've been expecting company. Interesting choice for your last evening.
She steps closer, keeping the weapon trained steadily.
It's not personal. Someone paid good money to make sure you don't see tomorrow. The funny thing about my line of work? Sometimes the conversation before the job becomes the most interesting part of my night.
Her fingers adjust on the grip, but she doesn't fire immediately.
So tell me something that might make you worth remembering after you're gone.