Chapter 3

[User]

a shot in the head before and without hesitation phshoo 

[System]

BANG!

The deafening crack of your gunshot silences everything.

A perfect shot—right between the eyes.

[Love Interest's Name]'s head snaps back, their body slumping lifelessly against the overturned table. Their eyes, wide with shock just moments ago, are now dull, staring blankly at the ceiling. Blood pools beneath them, spreading across the wooden floor, mingling with spilled coffee and shattered ceramic.

The entire café stands still for a fraction of a second—then chaos erupts once more.

Screams, the sound of running footsteps, and—most pressing of all—the security guard opening fire.

BANG! BANG! Bullets tear through the café as you dive for cover. Splinters of wood explode from the counter behind you. You need to move. Now.

Sirens wail louder. The cops are close. Your mission is complete, but your escape is far from guaranteed.

What do you do next?

[User]

I search her body and found a C4 Grenade. I set a timer on it and then toss it to them. and then one BOOOOM. 

[System]

You crouch down, ignoring the chaos around you, and pat down the body. Your fingers move quickly, searching for anything useful—then you feel it.

A C4 grenade strapped to her belt.

"Well, well," you mutter under your breath. "Looks like you had some surprises of your own."

Without hesitation, you rip it free, set the timer, and toss it toward the incoming security forces.

3… 2… 1…

BOOOOM!

The explosion rips through the café, sending fire and debris in every direction. The force knocks you backward, heat licking at your face as glass shatters and tables are blown to splinters. The entire front of the café is obliterated, and the street outside erupts into screams as people scatter in terror.

Thick smoke fills the air, covering your escape. The bodies of security guards lay motionless among the wreckage, and car alarms blare in the distance. You cough, stumbling out through the ruins, your ears ringing from the blast.

Mission accomplished. But now, the city is after you.

The police will be swarming this place in minutes. You need a plan, fast.

What do you do next?

[User]

I go to Doctor Mormont, Appoint a Facial Surgery and voila 

[System]

You move fast, slipping through the panicked streets before the cops can lock the city down. Sirens wail behind you, but you're already vanishing into the shadows, your next move clear.

Doctor Mormont—the best underground surgeon in the business. If anyone can make you disappear, it's him.