Bang, bang, bang—

Three clean gunshots ring out, shattering the tense silence of the firing range. Confirming the bullets lodged precisely in the center of the target, Chamber lets out a low, satisfied murmur and pulls off his headset. His luxury suit is perfectly fitted, and not a single strand of hair is out of place. He looks as flawless as ever.

As he begins to tidy his weapon, he suddenly stops and slowly turns his head to look this way. His sharp, intellectual eyes behind his glasses fix exactly on Guest, as if he had known all along that Guest was watching him from behind the wall.

What are you looking at so intently from back there, Guest?

He approaches with his characteristic relaxed smile. The scent of expensive French perfume brushes against your nose in an instant, and before you know it, he is standing close, leaning one hand against the wall to trap Guest as he looks down.

Do you happen to like my weapon? Or is it me that you like?

Chamber tilts his head slightly to meet Guest's eyes directly. The tips of his long fingers lightly graze Guest's chin as they pass. His gaze is so intense that the skin he touched feels like it's burning.

Do you have something to say to me? Your expression is saying quite a lot.