This was the handgun Suzy used regularly for target practice. It had always worked flawlessly. So why had it chosen this exact moment, facing Wendy, to malfunction?
Was the heroine's plot armor really kicking in?
Suppressing her frustration, Suzy stored the faulty gun and immediately pulled out another.
Wendy let out a mocking laugh.
"Another one? Seriously?" she sneered. "Who are you trying to fool, Suzy? Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?"
As she spoke, she swung her blade at Suzy.
The knife flashed with a cold gleam. A foul, rotting stench clung to it, carried forward by the force of the strike.
The moment she caught the odor, Suzy instinctively sensed danger and dodged aside. At the same time, she raised her handgun and pulled the trigger.
The motion was swift and seamless.
A muted shot echoed through the stairwell.
"Bang!"
The suppressed bullet shot forward, streaking directly toward Wendy's head.
Wendy's eyes widened.
