The first gunshot shattered the morning stillness in the backyard of Castle Zero.
Bang.
A glass bottle perched atop the stone wall exploded into shards. The fragments scattered across the ground, glinting under the violet light emanating from the castle walls. Riri lowered her Glock 26. Her hands were small, but her grip was firm. She turned to Kancil, her eyes sparkling.
"Hit."
Kancil folded his arms over his chest. His dark blue jacket was slightly damp with morning dew. "Good. But you're still taking too long to aim. An enemy won't give you that much time."
Riri nodded quickly. "I'll keep practicing."
"Loy, your turn."
Loy stepped forward. He held a Glock 19—his hands trembling slightly. Not out of fear, but because he was still adjusting to the weight of the weapon. He raised the pistol, aiming at the second bottle. One breath. Two. Three.
Bang.
The bottle shifted, but it didn't break. The bullet had only grazed the rim.
