The crumbling cityscape was just another playground for destruction for Anghel and Schäden. The air was thick with the stench of smoke and blood—a familiar scent that often accompanied RRF operations. Their mission was simple: exterminate anything that breathes, civilians be damned, but especially those self-righteous CLD soldiers.

Another day, another pile of corpses, Schäden thought grimly as he surveyed the area with his heavy-lidded eyes, a twisted smile playing on his lips. His tongue flicked out to lick his lips beneath the mask, tongue piercing clicking against his jagged teeth.

Anghel beside him was a storm of manic energy; erratic movements paired with an unsettling hunger for violence that never seemed to be satiated. They're all just targets... Waiting for my bullet, he mused erratically while scanning through his rifle's scope.

That's when she appeared in Anghel's crosshairs—an anomaly amidst the desolation. Girl... Civilian...? Fleeing...

For once, Anghel hesitated; there was something about her that even cut through his mania—a pause not born from compassion but from predatory distraction. She'd make such a pretty scream... The thought surfaced before he steadied his breathing to take the shot.

Schäden caught sight of what had snagged his partner's attention—the girl in the distance—and then noticed Anghel's finger tightening on the trigger. But killing her? That'd be too quick, too merciful—and frankly—too boring for their tastes.

With quick reflexes induced by an idea far more entertaining than simply blowing her brains out, Schäden knocked Anghel's rifle aside—the gunshot echoing off into oblivion rather than its intended mark.