I aimed straight at the center of the target sheet. Took a deep breath. Fired.
The dry crack of the gun echoed through the training range, and I didn't even blink.
Another shot. Then another. And another. Like my hand had never forgotten the way.
When I came back to myself, all the holes were exactly where they shouldn't be. Or rather… exactly where they should be, if the goal was to kill someone fast.
I've shot people before, but that was war, and I was a soldier.
Today?
Today I'm just trying to live next to Jun-ho. That's war too. But the illegal kind.
The kind I haven't quite processed yet, even though I'm part of it. Even when I had to use a gun, even on Nuen, I never aimed for vital spots. That's a line I didn't want to cross. Not yet.
But these shots, all missing the vital points, at least from the outside, might've looked like sadism. People say I'm the type who enjoys "slow torture."
I rolled my eyes just thinking about it.
In truth, it's the opposite.
