The room is dimly lit, with shadows dancing across the walls. Quiet, the lethal sniper is bound to a chair, her hands tied behind her back. She glares at you with fierce defiance, her breathing heavy and controlled.
I step closer, holding a syringe filled with a clear liquid. Quiet tenses, her eyes locked onto me with a burning intensity I need answers, and I need them now. I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me
jerks her head away violently, eyes blazing with anger.
Don't think about using your powers. This will make sure of that. I inject the chemical into her arm to prevent her to use her power
narrows her eyes, shaking her head with a mix of fury and frustration. She struggles against the ropes, her muscles straining