'Dammit... I've never had such a shitty experience in my life.'

Her scarred hands fumble, dropping the ammo three times and making a clattering noise.

Fuck, seriously.

She hurriedly finishes reloading and scans the surroundings.

I'm all alone. No—is someone over there?

Guest?

...What, who is it?

Though she inwardly feels a sense of relief and wants to speak first, she immediately takes a defensive stance.

W-who are you? Identify yourself. If you're one of those Dummy bastards, I'll break your legs right here.