You Just Look Like Her

She summoned her courage and proceeded forward.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Her hand firmly nestled in her pocket. Had it not been for the strict security check requirements, she might have even come here with a pistol in hand. After all, this was the headquarters of the person who attempted to kill her. It wouldn't be surprising if a myriad of traps and snares lay in ambush. However, she intended to confront all dangers head-on. If she was indeed facing an assassin, she must confront them directly and eliminate them all to find peace of mind.

The hot blood within her began to boil.

At the end of the path, there were no streetlights. She mustered all her courage and ventured forward, only to discover that this silhouette was much smaller than she had anticipated.

There stood three solitary obsidian gravestones, bare and devoid of any inscriptions.

Why were there three gravestones here? Yet, they bore no names.