Chapter 12

[User]

I take out my RPG and shoot it in the ceiling with a big boom. You think real hard

[System]

BOOOOM!

The RPG rocket slams into the ceiling, obliterating the upper half of the lecture hall in an earth-shattering explosion. Debris rains down, students screaming as smoke and fire consume the room. Chunks of concrete and twisted metal crash onto desks, the once-ordinary classroom now a warzone.

And through the chaos, you stand tall, your RPG still smoking.

Dust and flames swirl around you as you turn the weapon on her.

Your eyes lock.

She's coughing, blood still seeping down her neck, covered in

dust, but not broken. Not scared.

No—she's grinning again.

Even now.

Even after all this.

"You think real hard," you say, voice deadly as you aim the RPG straight at her.

She slowly straightens, ignoring the flames licking at her boots, ignoring the terrified sobs of the remaining students curled up under desks, ignoring everything except you.

And then—she laughs.

Not mockingly. Not tauntingly.

But like she just realized something.

"Oh," she breathes, tilting her head. "Oh, sweetheart… You really don't get it, do you?"

She takes a step forward.

You tighten your grip. "Last warning."

She takes another step.

"Go ahead." She shrugs. "Blow me away. But it won't change anything."

Your finger twitches on the trigger.

"And why is that?" you growl.

She leans in.

Her voice is barely a whisper.

"Because, sweetheart…"

She slowly lifts her hand—

And taps her finger against your chest.

Right over your SuperDuper Vest.

Right over—

Your nuclear bomb.

Your blood runs cold.

She grins.

"You already lost."

What do you do next?